The twilight of a thousand years seemed to slip from the world as she looked out at it through eyes opening from a long, long sleep; the marble arch burned rosy in the evening glow; a fairy haze hung over the enchanted avenue, stretching away, away into the blue magic of the city of dreams.
"There is no use," she said under her breath; "I can't go back to Leila.
Stephen, the dreadful part of it is that I--I wish she were in Jericho! I wish the whole world were in Ballyhoo, and you and I alone once more!" Under their gay laughter quivered the undertone of excitement.

Sylvia said: "I'd like to talk to you all alone.

It won't do, of course; but I may say what I'd like--mayn't I?
What time is it?
If I'm dining with you we've got to have Leila for convention's sake, if not from motives of sheer decency, which you and I seem to lack, Stephen." "We lack decency," said Siward, "and we're proud of it.

As for Leila, I am going to arrange for her very simply but very beautifully.

Plank will take care of her.