Now do you begin to understand ?" "Oh, I've always understood that you were spoiled.

I'm partly guilty of the spoiling process, too.

Listen: I'll walk with you a little way"-- she looked at him--"a little way," she continued gently; "then I must go.
There is only a caretaker in our house and Leila will be furious if I leave her all alone.

Besides, we're going to dine there and it won't be very gay if I don't give a few orders first." "But you brought your maid ?" "Naturally." "Then telephone her that you and Leila are dining out." "Where, silly?
Do you want us to dine somewhere with you ?" "Want you! You've got to!" "Stephen, it isn't best." "It is best." She turned to him impulsively: "Oh, I do want to so much! Do you think I might?
It is perfectly delicious to see you again.

I--you have no idea--" "Yes, I have," he said sternly.
They turned, walking past the fountain toward Fifth Avenue again.
Furtively she glanced at his hands with the city pallor on them as they grasped the cross-bars of the crutches, then looked up at his worn face.
He was much thinner, but now in the softly fading light the shadows under the eyes and cheek-bones seemed less sharp, his face fuller and more boyish; the contour of head and shoulders, the short, crisp hair were as she remembered--and the old charm held her, the old fascination grew, tightening her throat, stealing through every vein, stirring her pulses, awakening imperceptibly once more the best in her.