I would have taken you in my arms and held you close and kissed you, again, and again, and again.

Oh, darling! I love you! I love you! I love you!' He held out his arms imploringly.
'Won't you love me?
Won't--' He stopped, paralysed with angry amazement.

She was laughing.
He grew purple in the face; his hands were still outstretched.

The few seconds seemed like hours.
'Forgive me!' she said in a polite tone, suddenly growing grave.

'But really you looked so funny, sitting there so quietly, and speaking in such a way, that I couldn't help it.