“When you feel me.”

He looked at her, and met her heavy, anxious eyes.

“And do you like it when I feel you?” he asked, laughing at her still.

“Yes, do you?” she said.

“Oh, me!” Then he changed his tone. “Yes,” he said. “You know without asking.” Which was true.

She rose and picked up her hat. “I must go,” she said.

“Will you go?” he replied politely.

She wanted him to touch her, to say something to her, but he said nothing, only waited politely.

“Thank you for the tea,” she said.

“I haven’t thanked your Ladyship for doing me the honours of my teapot,” he said.