"See, I'm not so terrible." "Oh," she said, when her eyes met his again, "I--" And then she folded her arms against his breast while he petted her hand and held her close.
"I'm not so bad, Antoinette.

It's you as much as it is me.

You do love me, then ?" "Yes, yes--oh yes!" "And you don't mind ?" "No.

It's all so strange." Her face was hidden.
"Kiss me, then." She put up her lips and slipped her arms about him.

He held her close.
He tried teasingly to make her say why she cried, thinking the while of what Aileen or Rita would think if they knew, but she would not at first--admitting later that it was a sense of evil.