Since we see this so clearly, it can be no treachery to my brothers to let our love stand where it does.

At my age"-- and Dorothea laughed nervously--"one is more easily contented than at yours." "I cannot bear your talking in this way." "Oh yes, you can," she assured him with a practical little nod.

"I don't like it myself, but it has to be done.

Now in the first place, when we meet like this there must be no kissing." She blushed, while her voice wavered again over the word; then, as again his hand closed upon hers, she laughed.

"Well--yes, you may kiss my hand.