Her white arms were around his neck, her face was bent down, her lips were kissing him.
In an instant Cassidy's eyes had caught him.
"Come in," he cried, so suddenly and so loudly that it startled the girl.

"McKay, come in!" Jolly Roger entered, and the girl stood up straight behind Cassidy's chair, her cheeks aflame and her eyes filled with the glow of the sunset.

And Terence Cassidy was grinning in that old triumphant way as he leaned forward in his chair, gripping the arms of it with both hands.
"McKay, you've lost," he cried.

"I'm the winner!" In the same moment he took the girl's hand and drew her from behind his chair.
"Giselle, do as you said you were going to do.

Prove to him that I've won." Slowly she came to Jolly Roger.