"You... I..." she said again, and she blushed scarlet, hands going to her hot cheeks. She was still a little tingly and that made it worse. Good Catholic girls did NOT.. tingle.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I should... I..." And she rushed off, stumbling a bit as she hurried out of the room. She needed to see Miss Phryne.

She didn't even stop to take the cake that was baking out of the oven.