"We go over, you say, to meet them ?" "As soon as we can get back to Fawns.

And wait there for them, if necessary, till they come." "Wait--a--at Fawns ?" "Wait in Paris.

That will be charming in itself." "You take me to pleasant places." She turned it over.

"You propose to me beautiful things." "It rests but with you to make them beautiful and pleasant.

You've made Brighton--!" "Ah!"-- she almost tenderly protested.