He saw without turning further, and he stretched out his own.

She took it gently, and then, without warning, she leaned very far forward, bent over it and touched it with her lips.

He started and drew it back hastily.

It was as if the leaf of a flower had settled upon it, and had hovered an instant, and fluttered away in a breath of soft air.
'Please don't!' he cried, almost roughly.

'There's nothing to thank me for.