31. Chapter XXXI.
"Ah," said Archer with an impatient laugh. The
open door had closed between them again.
"It's time to dress; we're dining out, aren't we?" he
asked, moving from the fire.
She rose also, but lingered near the hearth. As he
walked past her she moved forward impulsively, as
though to detain him: their eyes met, and he saw that
hers were of the same swimming blue as when he had
left her to drive to Jersey City.
She flung her arms about his neck and pressed her
cheek to his.
"You haven't kissed me today," she said in a whisper;
and he felt her tremble in his arms.