Of course she could keep him
in order, but she was well aware that when a man had kissed her once, he
generally wanted to kiss her again, and very soon.
In principle, she had no objection to Jack Tosswill's kisses. There was
something fresh, alluring, wholly delightful, even to so hardened a flirt
as was Enid Crofton, in being the object of a youth's first love. But she
told herself, almost fiercely, that she must make him understand very,
very clearly that, though they might sometimes kiss, they must never be
caught. Fortunately Jack was curiously cautious for so young a man. That
had been one of the reasons why she had been tempted to--well--to make
him lose his head.
And then another figure, one of far greater importance and moment to
herself than poor Jack Tosswill, came and challenged Enid Crofton to
anxious attention. How did she stand with regard to Godfrey Radmore?
She stopped in her pacing, and stared straight before her. For the first
time in her life she was quite at a loss as to what a man, of whom she
was seeing a great deal, really felt about her.
Rosamund Tosswill was very young, and Enid secretly thought her very
stupid, but there could be no doubt as to her essential truthfulness.
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