"I can't talk ethics at this time of night, Star of my heart.

It's time we went to our lair.

I believe you would sit here till sunrise if I would let you, you most ethereal of women.

Do you ever think of your body at all, I wonder ?" He kissed her neck with the careless words, and a quick shiver went through her.

She made a slight, scarcely perceptible movement to free herself.
But the next moment sharply, almost convulsively, she grasped his arm.
"Ralph! What is that ?" She was gazing towards the shadow cast by a patch of flowering azalea in the moonlight about ten yards from where they sat.