“But plenty of heart!” Mitzi answered.
“That is true!”
They were standing still as they argued and now he put his arms around her.
“You are looking very pretty this morning,” he sighed. “Did I forget to tell you so?”
“You did and I think it extremely remiss of you.”
“Well, now I will make up for it,” he answered.
He pulled her closely against him as he spoke. Then he kissed her.
Tilda watched them wide-eyed.
She had never seen a man kiss a woman in just that sort of way, so possessively, so passionately.
Rudolph was big and broad-shouldered and Mitzi was, in comparison, small and slight.
He seemed to enfold her, crushing her body against his. Yet there was something very attractive in the way they stood, locked to each other, mouth to mouth.
It was, although Tilda did not realis
