And did not, could not, with the fragrant and yielding intimacy of Geraldine still warm in his quickened heart.
She stood quite motionless, her little hands warm in his, her masked face upturned.

And, as he merely stared at her: "What is the matter, Jack ?" she breathed.

"Why do you look at me so steadily ?" He ought to have let her go then; he hesitated, wondering which Jack she supposed him to be; and before he realised it her arms were on his shoulders, her mouth nearer to his.
"Jack, you frighten me! What is it ?" "N-nothing," he continued to stammer.
"Yes, there is.

Does your--your wife suspect--anything----" "No, she doesn't," said Duane grimly, trying to free himself without seeming to.

"I've got an appointment----" But the girl said piteously: "It isn't--Geraldine, is it ?" "_What_!" "You--you admitted that she attracted you--for a little while....