"Do you think--just one--would hurt my voice ?" The short black lashes flew up, and the light-grey eyes, like a couple of stars between black clouds, met his in irresistible appeal.
"I'm sure it wouldn't," he replied promptly.

"After all, this is just an hour's playtime that we have snatched out of life.

Let's enjoy every minute of it--we may never meet again." Diana felt her heart contract in a most unexpected fashion.
"Oh, I hope we shall!" she exclaimed, with ingenuous warmth.
"It is not likely," he returned quietly.

He struck a match and held it while she lit her cigarette, and for an instant their fingers touched.
His teeth came down hard on his under-lip.

"No, we mustn't meet again," he repeated in a low voice.
"Oh, well, you never know," insisted Diana, with cheerful optimism.
"People run up against each other in the most extraordinary fashion.