Lean over here, do, and kiss me, please," he said invitingly.
She placed a hand on each arm of the chair and leaned forward obediently.

Their lips met in a smile.
"You lazy thing!" she exclaimed, her face slightly flushed.

Then she seated herself on one of the big arms, resting her elbow on the back of the chair beside his head.

For a few minutes both were silent, gazing at the bright coals before them, the smile remaining upon their lips.

Hugh had been squinting between the toes of his shoes at a lonely black chunk in the grate for some time before he finally spoke reflectively.
"I can't afford to be lazy much longer, can I?
Married men never have a minute's rest, you know." "We're not married." "No; but we're going to be, let me remind you.