"Ah, but I know you did.
And why shouldn't you speak out, now that we are to be man and wife? I
like a girl to speak out. I suppose if I want to be with you, you want as
much to be with me; eh?"
"I don't see that that follows."
"By ----, if it doesn't I'll be off."
"You must please yourself about that, Sir Griffin."
"Come; do you love me? You have never said you loved me." Luckily perhaps
for her, he thought that the best assurance of love was a kiss. She did
not revolt, or attempt to struggle with him; but the hot blood flew over
her entire face, and her lips were very cold to his, and she almost
trembled in his grasp. Sir Griffin was not a man who could ever have been
the adored of many women, but the instincts of his kind were strong enough
within him to make him feel that she did not return his embrace with
passion. He had found her to be very beautiful; but it seemed to him that
she had never been so little beautiful as when thus pressed close to his
bosom. "Come," he said, still holding her, "you'll give me a kiss?"
"I did do it," she said.
"No; nothing like it. Oh, if you won't, you know----."
On a sudden she made up her mind, and absolutely did kiss him.
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