Come, give me a kiss of your own free will.

You would not when I asked you before, but you will now because I am your affianced husband.
Come, kiss me, Bawn." I kissed him, shrinking all the time, and with a dreary wonder as to whether it was always going to be like this, and if so, how I was to endure it.
"Your kiss is as cold as a frog," he said.

"But never mind, I wouldn't give a fig for a woman who was too easily won.

The time will come when you will beg me for kisses.

Till then, why, I shall do the love-making myself." But presently, seeing I could not endure it, he let me go.