The House of The Vampire by George Sylvester Viereck Chapter 15 Page 9

“Foolish boy,” she said softly; then, lowering her voice to a whisper: “You may kiss me before you go.”

His lips gently touched hers, but she took his head between her hands and pressed her mouth upon his in a long kiss.

Ernest drew back a little awkwardly. He had not been kissed like this before.

“Poet though you are,” Ethel whispered, “you have not yet learned to kiss.”

She was deeply agitated when she noticed that his hand was fumbling for the watch in his vest-pocket. She suddenly released him, and said, a little hurt: “No, you must not miss your train. Go by all means.”

Vainly Ernest remonstrated with her.