There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

Kiss me now, love me now.

Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss. 'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two...