ventured to put my arm about her.

"You mustn't," she said feebly.

"I love you," I whispered suddenly with my heart beating wildly, drew
her to me, drew all her beauty to me and kissed her cool and unresisting
lips.

"Love me?" she said, struggling away from me, "Don't!" and then, as the
train ran into a station, "You must tell no one.... I don't know.... You
shouldn't have done that...."

Then two other people got in with us and terminated my wooing for a
time.

When we found ourselves alone together, walking towards Battersea, she
had decided to be offended. I parted from her unforgiven and terribly
distressed.

When we met again, she told me I must never say "that" again.

I had dreamt that to kiss her lips was ultimate satisfaction. But it was
indeed only the beginning of desires. I told her my one ambition was to
marry her.

"But," she said, "you're not in a position--What's the good of talking
like that?"

I stared at her. "I mean to," I said.