"Do you mind holding me tightly?" she asked. "I've-I've been put in the corner!"
"What?" O'Hara drew her on to his knee.
"Yes-figuratively-by Jack. I think, perhaps, I shouldn't like to marry him after all!"
"What has he done?"
"N-nothing. I'm afraid," polishing one of his buttons with an assiduous finger, "I'm afraid that it was rather my own fault!"
"Oh!"
"Yes-but I only said very little about the Miss Beauleighs, and he suddenly turned into an iceberg and made me feel like a naughty little girl. But he is going to stay, all the same; so kiss me, Miles!"