Her whole body was tingling, her heart wildly a-quiver.

There was a rapture in that moment that was almost too intense, too poignant, to be borne.
He was the first to move.

Calmly he leaned back, and resumed his cigarette.

Through the aromatic smoke his voice came to her again.
"Are you angry ?" Her whole being stirred in response.

She uttered a little quivering laugh that was near akin to tears.
"No--of course--no! But I--I think I ought to go and dress! It's getting late, isn't it?
Thank you for giving me tea!" She rose, her movements quick and dainty as the flight of a robin.