And he, Cutty, was going to fascinate her--with what?
He rose and took her by the shoulders, bringing her round so that the light was full in her face.
Slate-blue eyes.
"Kitty, what would you say if I kissed you ?" Inwardly he asked: "Now, what the devil made me say that ?" The sinister and cynical idea leaped from its ambush.

"Why, Cutty, I--I don't believe I should mind.

It's--it's you!" Vile wretch that she was! Cutty, noting the lily succeeding the rose, did not kiss her.

Fate has a way of reversing the illogical and giving it logical semblance.

It was perfectly logical that he should not kiss her; and yet that was exactly what he should have done.