"I did not mean to make you sad," she said.

"Come, we will be sad no longer.

I understand it all.

I know how it is with you.
The old love is lost, but we shall not the less be friends." Then he rose suddenly from his chair, and taking her in his arms, and holding her closely to his bosom, pressed his lips to hers.
He was so quick in this that she had not the power, even if she had the wish, to restrain him.

But she struggled in his arms, and held her face aloof from him as she gently rebuked his passion.