But this was different.

She wasn't that kind of a girl.
He must do something.
He crooked the arm next to her--crooked it very slightly and with secret tentativeness, not invitingly, but just casually, as though he was accustomed to walk that way.

And then the wonderful thing happened.

He felt her hand upon his arm.

Delicious thrills ran through him at the contact, and for a few sweet moments it seemed that he had left the solid earth and was flying with her through the air.