It would steady her considerably when she heard that; she would be less flippant then.
Out of the corners of his eyes, he watched her face--the little, round, childish face almost perfect in outline--the gentle force, petulance almost, in the shapely chin, and the lips--tantalizing--they looked so innocent.

In another few moments he would be kissing those lips; in another few moments he would be feeling the warmth of that hand that lay idly over the railing.

He wondered if he were really wise.
Was he being carried away by the first flush of triumph which his success had brought him?
There was time to draw back yet.
"Well," she said, "was that what you were going to tell me ?" He turned round and met her look; his eyes wandered over her face.
Those lips--they were indescribably alluring.

It seemed impossible to give up the delight of kissing them; yet, of course, that was foolish, that was weak.

He was not going to let the whole of his life hang upon a momentary desire like that.