Her will wavered and was down.
"Why should it be wrong ?" he whispered.

"I tell you that nothing matters--nothing matters.

We take our pleasures, and we tell no one.

It is no one's business but our own, sweetheart.

And nothing is wrong, if no harm is done to anyone." Subtle, alluring, half-laughing, half-relentless, he drew her closer yet, he bent and pressed his lips upon her upturned face.