He smoothed the dark hair with a possessive touch, laughing softly at her agitation.
"Did you think you could get away from me, you brown elf ?" he whispered.
"I--I could if I tried," she whispered back.
His hold tightened again.

"Try!" he said.
She shook her head without lifting it.

"No," she murmured, with a shy laugh.

"I don't want to.

Shan't we go back--and dance--before--before--" She broke off in confusion.
"Before what ?" he said.
She made a motion to turn her face upwards, but, finding his still close, buried it a little deeper.