"You don't mind, do you?" exclaimed Thyrsis, his heart thumping like
a hammer.

"Listen," he whispered, bending towards her. "Let us go and take a
walk. Let us go where no one will see us."

"Where?" she asked.

"Out into the country," he said.

"Not now," she replied. "Some other time."

"No, now!" exclaimed Thyrsis, desperately. "Now!"

They had been moving slowly; they came to a place where a great tree
hung over the road, shadowing it; and there they stopped, as by one
impulse.

"Listen to me," he whispered, swiftly. "Listen. You don't know how
anxious I have been to meet you. It's true--indeed it's true!"

He paused. "Yes," said the girl, "and I have been wanting to meet
you. Didn't you ever see me nod to you?"

And suddenly Thyrsis put his arms about her, and pressed her to him.
The touch of her bosom sent the blood driving through his veins in
torrents of fire; he no longer knew or cared what he said, or what
he did.