She spoke at last, her eyes still held by his. "I think you are right. We
can't help it. But oh. Dick, remember that--remember that--if ever there
should come a time when you wish you had done--otherwise!"
"If ever I do what?" he said. "Do you mind saying that again?"
She shook her head. "But I'm not laughing. Dick. You've carried me out of
my depth, and--I'm not a very good swimmer."
"All right, darling," he said. "Lean on me! I'll hold you up."
She clasped his hand tightly. "You will be patient?" she said.
He smiled into her anxious face. "As patient as patient" he said. "That,
I take it, means I'm not to tell anybody, does it?"
She bent her head. "Yes, Dick."
"All right," he said. "I won't tell a soul without your consent. But--"
he leaned nearer to her, speaking almost under his breath--"when I am
alone with you, Juliet--I shall take you in my arms--and kiss you--as I
have done to-day."
Again a swift tremor went through her. She looked at him no longer. "Oh,
but not--not without my leave," she said.
"You will give me leave," he said.
She was silent for a space. He was drawing her two hands to him, and she
tried to resist him.
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