"I confess, in the new excitement of things, I clean forgot it! What a man you are to think of other people!" Plank reddened again, muttering something evasive, and went forward with Leila.
Sylvia, moving leisurely beside Siward who was walking slowly but confidently without crutches, whispered to him: "I never really liked Mr.Plank before I understood his attitude toward you." "He is a man, every inch," said Siward simply.
"I think that generally includes what men of your sort demand, doesn't it ?" she asked.
"Men of my sort sometimes demand in others what they themselves are lacking in," said Siward, laughing.

"Sylvia, look at this jolly crowd! Look at all those tables! It seems an age since I have done anything of this sort.

I feel like a boy of eighteen--the same funny, quickening fascination in me toward everything gay and bright and alive!" He looked around at her, laughingly.

"As for you," he said, "you look about sixteen.

You certainly are the most beautiful thing this beautiful world ever saw!" "Schoolboy courtship!" she mocked him, lingering as he made his slow way through the crowded place.