She looked away from him, turning her profile. Her expression was
inscrutable. After a silence he dropped her wrists with a vague
laugh.

"You should have let me alone," he said.

"'The woman tempted me,'" she repeated, still looking away from him.
He said nothing.

"Good night," she nodded, and turned toward the door.

He went with her, falling into step beside her. One arm slipped
around her waist as they entered the hallway. They walked slowly to
the door. He unlatched it, hesitated; she moved one foot forward,
and he took a step at the same time which brought her across his
path so closely that contact was unavoidable. And he kissed her.

"Oh," she said. "So you are human after all! I often wondered."

She looked up, trying to laugh, but could not seem to take it as
coolly as she might have wished to.

"Not that a kiss is very important in these days," she continued,
"yet it might interest you to hear that a friend of yours rather
fancies me. He wouldn't like you to do it. But--" She lifted her
blue eyes with faint malice--"What is a woman between friends?"

"Who is he?"

"Jack Graylock."