It was just the stiffest love-making I knew how to do, Bel, and she didn't object by the quiver of an eyelash.

God knows I was watching closely enough for any sign that I was distasteful.

And I might have been well enough.

Rough, herb-stained old clothes, unshaven, everything to offend a dainty girl.

She said I might hold her again to-morrow.