the first warm evening, isn't it?" he observed, not looking at her. "I got as hot as blazes coming over. I wasn't letting the grass grow under my feet, I can tell you." He took her hand and drew it against his side. "Feel that."
"Your heart is beating rather hard," she said, in a low voice. "Is it because you hurried or because—" She leaned against his shoulder and looked into his face.
It was what Piers had been waiting for, this moment when she would lean toward him. Not without a sign from her would he let the fountain of his love leap forth. Now he put his arms about her and pressed her to him. He found her lips and held them with his own. The warm fragrance of her body made him dizzy. He was no longer strong and practical. He wished in that moment that they two might die thus happily clasped in each other's arms in the tranquil spring night.
"I can't go on like this," he murmured. "We simply must get married."
"Remember what Renny has said. Are you going to defy him? He'd be in a rage if he knew we were together here now."
"Renny be damned! He's got to be taught a lesson. It's time he was taught that he can't lord it over every one. He's spoiled, that's the trouble with him. I call him the Rajah of Jalna."
"After all, you have the right to say who you will marry, even if the girl is beneath you, haven't you?"
He felt a sob beneath her breast; her sudden tears wet his cheek.
"Oh, Pheasant, you little fool," he exclaimed. "You beneath me? What rot!"
"Well, Renny thinks so. All your family think so. Your family despise me."
