"But Italy—"
"Italy's for a good girl," he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her shoulder. "She must look forward to Italy."
"I say," she reflected, "you ARE rather the master, you know."
The idea struck him as novel. "Of course I'm manager for this expedition," he said, after an interval of self-examination.
She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. "Nice sleeve," she said, and came to his hand and kissed it.
"I say!" he cried. "Look here! Aren't you going a little too far? This—this is degradation—making a fuss with sleeves. You mustn't do things like that."
"Why not?"
"Free woman—and equal."
"I do it—of my own free will," said Ann Veronica, kissing his hand again. "It's nothing to what I WILL do."
"Oh, well!" he said, a little doubtfully, "it's just a phase," and bent down and rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his nerves a-quiver. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck....
Part 6
Most of the things that he had planned they did. But they climbed more than he had intended because Ann
