Chapter fourAll the way to Paris Atalanta was rebuked by her conscience.
‘How could I have behaved in such an immodest manner?’ she asked herself over and over again as she remembered how she had let Paul kiss her and how her lips had responded to his when they said goodbye.
She was aware that something quite unaccountable had happened when she had felt his arms round her and his mouth had found hers.
It had been different the first time he had kissed her.
That had been disturbing enough, but she had not experienced then emotions as overpowering as when he held her close to him in the darkness of the wood and she had found it impossible not to respond to the excitement she knew that she had aroused in him.
‘I must have been mad,’ she said to herself.
She kept wondering if he had been
