Oh, life's dull for a man without a woman; I can tell you," he exclaimed passionately.
"There are others--plenty," she said, and tried to thrust him away.
"Not for me," he rejoined, and he would not let her go.

Her struggles ceased, she buried her face in his coat, her hands caught his shoulders, she stood trembling and shivering against him.
"Stella," he whispered.

"Stella!" He raised her face and bent to it.

Then he straightened himself.
"Not here!" he said.
They were standing in the darkness of a tree.

He put his arms about her waist and lifted her into an open space where the moonlight shone bright and clear and there were no shadows.
"Here," he said, and he kissed her on the lips.