“I think your train is going to be somewhat constricting. Can you pin it up?”
Atalanta went to the dressing table and found a large safety pin. She turned the train of her dress backwards and pinned it onto her waist, being thankful that the petticoats that she wore beneath it would hide her ankles.
Then she turned towards Paul again and saw him watching her with a smile on his lips.
“You are very beautiful, my darling,” he said, “and I love you more than I have time to tell you at this moment. Are you quite certain that you have not changed your mind since this afternoon?”
In answer Atalanta held up her face to his.
“Did you really think – I should,” she whispered.
He looked down at her red mouth inviting his, at her eyes warm with love and just for one moment he laid his lips on he
