She now sought to get him into the library and out of common observation.

Her father had just received from France and England some rare books filled with art illustrations, and she invited him to their examination.

But he was feeling too social for that.
"Why, no, pet." He made answer with a fond familiarity he would scarcely have used if they had been alone instead of in a crowded drawing-room, touching her cheek playfully with his fingers as he spoke.

"Not now.

We'll reserve that pleasure for another time.