She would rather that he did not embrace her.

She did not want to be noticed.

Yet she could not find it in her heart to be unkind, so she allowed him to draw her nearer, to let her head droop on his shoulder.

She tried to think it was pleasant to be so loved and she lowered her eyelashes when he kissed her again and again.
Two or three minutes of oblivion.

The coach had raced down Red Lion Street.