"Not now, Peter," she said.

"Perhaps one day--who can say?
Meantime, go on liking me, will you ?" "Like you!" he exclaimed, springing up, "Why, I adore you! I love you! Oh, Julie, I love you! Kiss me, darling, now, quick!" She pushed him off.

"Not now," she cried; "I've got to have my revenge.
I know why you wouldn't come home in the cab! Come! we'll clink glasses, but that's all there is to be done to-night!" She sprang up, flushed and glowing, and held out an empty glass.
Peter filled hers and his, and they stood opposite to each other.

She looked across the wine at him, and it seemed to him that he read a longing and a passion in her eyes, deep down below the merriness that was there now.

"Cheerio, old boy," she said, raising hers.