May I look at it ?" She hesitated, half recoiling for an instant, and her hand trembled.
Then, suddenly and abruptly she said, with a hysteric little laugh, "Take it, then," and almost thrust it in his hand.
It certainly was a pretty flower, not unlike a lily in appearance, with a bell-like cup and long anthers covered with a fine pollen, like red dust.

As he lifted it to his face, to inhale its perfume, she uttered a slight cry, and snatched it from his hand.
"There!" she said, with the same nervous laugh.

"I knew you would; I ought to have warned you.

The pollen comes off so easily, and leaves a stain.

And you've got some on your cheek.