I
wonder if the same thought was at the back of your head."
"It wasn't. It was a bad and villainous thought. I came under the
impression that you were a dangerous seductress."
"And I'm not?"
Oh, that spring day, that delicious tingle in the air, that laughing
impertinence of the budding trees in the park through which we were then
driving, that enveloping sense of fragrance and the nearness and the
dearness of her! Oh, that overcharge of vitality! I leaned my head to
hers so that my lips nearly touched her ear. My voice shook.
"You're a seductress and a witch and a sorcerer and an enchantress."
The blood rose to her dark face. She half closed her eyes.
"What else am I?" she murmured.
But, alas! I had not time to answer, for the brougham stopped at the
gates of the Zoological Gardens. We both awakened from our foolishness.
My hand was on the door-handle when she checked me.
"What's the good of a mind if you can't change it? I don't feel in a
mood for wild beasts to-day, and I know you don't care to see me fooling
about with them.
Pages:
396
397
398
399
400
401
402
403
404
405
406
407
408
409
410
411
412
413
414
415
416
417
418
419
420