His kisses fell upon cheek and ear and hair.
"Let me--go!" panted Columbine.

"You've no--no--Oh, you might have waited." Breaking from him, she fled, and got inside her room with the door almost closed, when his foot intercepted it.
Belllounds was half laughing his exultation, half furious at her escape, and altogether beside himself.
"No," she replied, so violently that it appeared to awake him to the fact that there was some one besides himself to consider.
"Aw!" He heaved a deep sigh.

"All right.

I won't try to get in.

Only listen....