Had Timmy Tosswill not burst into the room in that stupid, inopportune way, Radmore would have certainly taken her in his arms.

Though Radmore was no innocent, high-principled boy, even one kiss between them would have altered their whole attitude, the one to the other.

She would have seen to that.

In her heart she had cursed Timmy for his idiotic intrusion, and now she cursed him again.
Lately she had thought Radmore was becoming aware of Jack Tosswill's growing absorption in her, and she had suspected, as well as hoped, that he was a trifle jealous.

Now jealousy, as Enid knew well, is a potent quickener of feeling between a man and a woman.