comforted her by taking her in my arms and vowing that the sight of her red lips so close, and her great eyes, so alluring and entrancing, was more than I could resist. It comforted her and pleased me.
Yes, I said something of love.
It somehow seemed the only thing to say under the circumstances. I think I called her "My Love," and similar names. I am positive I did not say that I loved her, although I recall coaxing her to say she loved me.
She said she loved me and I believed her.
It was all very pretty and interesting while it had the charm of newness. We soon spent our evenings together. I took her to restaurants patronized by Bohemia, where, if one happens across an acquaintance, he, on a similar errand, is just as anxious to keep it a secret as you are. In the summer, when there was less chance of embarrassing meetings, I took
