were soaked with dew, but who could think of such a thing at such a time?
"You haven't answered me. Do you need comfort, Christabel?"
"I think we understand each other pretty well without words, Nick."
"We do. Too damn well."
The light in Ellen's window went out. Christabel said to Nick:
"We must go in."
"Yes—we must go in."
"We really must, Nick."
He kissed her. At-last! I am dying of bliss, she thought, breathless in his arms. I'm not disappointed. No, no! I'm not, I'm not!
He went on kissing her. The feeling of being crushed increased, her face was pressed uncomfortably against his shoulder now. She pushed away the thought of discomfort, and tried unsuccessfully to push away the thought that anyone might see them, in the bright moonlight.
"Nick—please"
