Presently he turned to me with
the air of one confiding a secret. "Wouldn't you like to kiss her?"
And, swinging around again, he resumed feasting his blue eyes on
the princess.
"I have seen prettier women than she," I replied
"'S-sh! Let a fellow listen. She is a dear, all the same. You don't
know a good thing when you see it, Levinsky."
"Are you in love with her?"
"'S-sh! Do let me listen."
When the curtain fell he made me applaud her. There were several
curtain-calls, during all of which he kept applauding her furiously,
shouting the prima donna's name at the top of his voice and
winking to me imploringly to do the same. When quiet had been
restored at last I returned to the subject: "Are you in love with
her?"
"Sure," he answered, without blushing. "As if a fellow could help
it. If she let me kiss her little finger I should be the happiest man
in the world."
"And if she let you kiss her cheek?" "I should go crazy."
"And if she let you kiss her lips?" "What's the use asking idle
questions?"
"Would you like to kiss her neck?" "You ask me foolish
questions.
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