Forgetful of the time and the place, he half arose and, leaning forward, kissed her full upon the upturned lips.
There was a rattling of chinaware behind them.

In no little confusion both came tumbling down from Paradise, and found themselves under the abashed scrutiny of a very red-faced young serving-woman.
"Oh, never mind," stammered Gretchen quite amiably.

"I am used to that, madame.

A great many ladies and gentlemen come here to--to--what you call it ?" She placed the tea and sandwiches before them, her fingers all thumbs, her cheeks aglow.
Brock pulled himself together.

Very sternly he said: "This young lady is to be my wife." "Ach," said Gretchen, with a friendly smile and the utmost deference, "that is what they all say, mein Herr." Then, giggling approvingly, she bustled away.
Brock waited until she was out of sight.