I shall begin again." "Well, but not yet!--not for a long time," she pleaded.

Then she gave a little impatient stamp, as she walked beside him.
"I tell you--I don't want to be bound.

I won't be bound! I want to be free." "So you said--_a propos_ of Philip," he retorted drily.
He saw the shaft strike home--the involuntary dropping of the eyelids, the soft catch in the breath.

But she rallied quickly.
"That was altogether different! You had no business to say that, Geoffrey." "Well, then, forgive me--and keep me quiet--just--just one kiss, Helena!" The last passionate words were hardly audible.

They had passed into the deepest shadow of the avenue.