Anybody might look; and it would be the death of me.
You may kiss my hand if you like.' He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove, and that a riding-glove, was not a great treat under the circumstances.
'There, then; I'll take my glove off.

Isn't it a pretty white hand?
Ah, you don't want to kiss it, and you shall not now!' 'If I do not, may I never kiss again, you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen.

I would die for you, Elfride!' A rapid red again filled her cheeks, and she looked at him meditatively.
What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life.
Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand.
'No; I won't, I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise.' There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand, in which the boisterousness of boy and girl was far more prominent than the dignity of man and woman.

Then Pansy became restless.

Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself.
'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed, in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger, but partaking of both.