“Of course he will,” breathed back Croupin reassuringly, and then as his face touched hers as he had leaned so close to answer, their lips met, too, and he kissed her.
“It wasn't fair to do that,” she whispered as she shook her head free, but Croupin had no fear that he had offended her, because she made no attempt to withdraw her hand.
Three or four minutes passed, with the long conservatory as dark and silent as the grave. Then the moon came out again and to their great thankfulness the leaves of the palm were no longer parted, and the hand could be no longer seen.
“Quick!” exclaimed Angela breathlessly, as she rose to her feet, “and pray Heaven we meet nobody.”
With the moon only to light them they darted through the deserted dining-room into the hall, encountering no one upon their
