Of Human Bondage. Уильям Сомерсет Моэм

you saw the look your uncle gave me when I said what I did!”

      “Was that all that prevented you?”

      “I prefer to kiss people without witnesses.”

      “There are no witnesses now.”

      Philip put his arm round her waist and kissed her lips. She only laughed a little and made no attempt to withdraw. It had come quite naturally. Philip was very proud of himself. He said he would, and he had. It was the easiest thing in the world. He wished he had done it before. He did it again.

      “Oh, you mustn’t,” she said.

      “Why not?”

      “Because I like it,” she laughed.