“Well?” said he, looking up.
“I’ll tell you presently,” she said, and in withdrawing her hand, she lightly brushed his cheek.
Quixtus dressed quickly and came down early to the drawing-room, and soon Clementina appeared. She was wearing a red dress which she had bought during her wholesale purchasing of raiment, but had never yet worn, thinking it too flaring, and she had a red dahlia in her hair. Quixtus took both her hands and raised them to his shoulders, and she stood away from him at the distance of her bare; shapely arms, and she smiled into his eyes.
“Your answer?” said he.
“Tell me,” she said. “What do you really want me for?”
“For yourself,” he cried, and he caught her in his arms with swift passion and kissed her.
“If you hadn’t said that,” she remarked a few moments afterw
