Part 48 (1/2)

”Honey! You--supercilious? Democracy---- Oh, the d.i.c.kens! let's not talk about theories any more, but just about Us!”

Her hand, tight-coiled as a snail-sh.e.l.l, was closed in his.

”Your hand is asleep in my hand's arms,” he whispered. The ball of his thumb pressed her thumb, and he whispered once more: ”See. Now our hands are kissing each other--we--we must watch them better.... Your thumb is like a fairy.” Again his thumb, hardened with file and wrench and steering-wheel, touched hers. It was startlingly like a kiss of real lips.

Lightly she returned the finger-kiss, answering diffidently, ”Our hands are mad--silly hands to think that Long Beach is a tropical jungle.”

”You aren't angry at them?”

”N-no.”

He cradled her head on his shoulder, his hand gripping her arm till she cried, ”You hurt me.” He kissed her cheek. She drew back as far as she could. Her hand, against his chest, held him away for a minute.

Her defense suddenly collapsed, and she was relaxed and throbbing in his arms. He slipped his fingers under her chin, and turned up her face till he could kiss her lips. He had not known the kiss of man and woman could be so long, so stirring. Yet at first he was disappointed.

This was, after all, but a touch--just such a touch as finger against finger. But her lips grew more intense against his, returning and taking the kiss; both of them giving and receiving at once.

Wondering at himself for it, Carl thought of other things. He was amazed that, while their lips were hot together, he worried as to what train Ruth ought to take, after dinner. Yet, with such thoughts conferring, he was in an ecstasy beyond sorrow; praying that to her, as to him, there was no pain but instead a rapture in the sting of her lips, as her teeth cut a little into them.... A kiss--thing that the polite novels sketch as a second's unbodied bliss--how human it was, with teeth and lips to consider; common as eating--and divine as martyrdom. His lips were saying to her things too vast and extravagant for a plain young man to venture upon in words:

”Lady, to you I chant my reverence and faith everlasting, in such unearthly music as the angels use when with lambent wings they salute the marching dawn.” Such lyric tributes, and an emotion too subtle to fit into any words whatever, his lips were saying....

Then she was drawing back, rending the kiss, crying, ”You're almost smothering me!”

With his arms easily about her, but with her weight against his shoulder, they and their love veiled from the basket-parties by the darkness, he said, quiveringly: ”See, my arms are a little house for you, just as my hand was a little house for your hand, once. My arms are the walls, and your head and mine together are the roof.”

”I love the little house.”

”No. Say, 'I love _you_.”'

”No.”

”Say it.”

”No.”

”Please----”

”Oh, Hawk dear, I couldn't even if--just now, I do want to say it, but I want to be fair. I am terribly happy to be in the house of Hawk's arms. I'm not afraid in it, even out here on the dark dunes--which Aunt Emma wouldn't--somehow--approve! But I do want to be fair to you, and I'm afraid I'm not, when I let you love me this way. I don't want to hurt you. Ever. Perhaps it's egotistical of me, but I'm afraid you would be hurt if I let you kiss me and then afterward I decided I didn't love you at all.”

”But can't you, some day----”

”Oh, I don't know, I don't _know_! I'm not sure I know what love is.

I'm not sure it's love that makes me happy (as I really am) when you kiss me. Perhaps I'm just curious, and experimenting. I was quite conscious, when you kissed me then; quite conscious and curious; and once I caught myself wondering for half a second what train we'd take.

I was ashamed of that, but I wasn't ashamed of taking mental notes and learning what these 'kisses,' that we mention so glibly, really are.

Just experimenting, you see. And if you were _too_ serious about our kiss, it wouldn't be at all fair to you.”

”I'm glad you're frank, blessed, and I guess I understand pretty well how you feel, but, after all, I'm fairly simple about such things.

Blessed, blessed, I don't really know a thing but 'I love you.'”

His arms were savage again; he kissed her, kissed her lips, kissed the hollow of her throat. Then he lifted her from the ground and would not set her down till she had kissed him back.