The tint of excitement was in her eyes and cheeks; the echo of it in her low, happy voice.

"Where on earth is Mr.
Plank?
Oh, I see them! They have a table by the balcony rail, in the corner; and it seems to be rather secluded, Stephen, so I shall, of course, expect you to say nothing further about beauty of any species.
...

Are you a trifle tired?
No?
...

Well, you need not be indignant.

I don't care whether you tumble.