It made her think of an epicurean tasting some favourite dish and smacking his lips over it.
A hint of irritation sounded in her voice as she said, drawing slightly away from him, "Yes, I want to rest for the few hours that are left.
Please say good night now, Ralph! Really I am tired." He laughed softly, his cheek laid to hers.

"Ah, Stella!" he said.

"What a queen you have been to-night! I have been watching you with the rest of the world, and I shouldn't mind laying pretty heavy odds that there isn't a single man among 'em that doesn't envy me." Stella drew a deep breath as if she laboured against some oppression.
"It's nice to be envied, isn't it ?" she said.
He kissed her again.

"Ah! You're a prize!" he said.

"It was just a question of first in, and I never was one to let the grass grow.