The call was for me, and I walked slowly back wondering what she could have forgotten.

She waited in the middle of the room with lowered head, with a mute gleam in her deep blue eyes.

When I was near enough she extended to me without a word her bare white arm and suddenly pressed the back of her hand against my lips.

I was too startled to seize it with rapture.

It detached itself from my lips and fell slowly by her side.