Why don't you ?" "I wish we could," said Sylvia simply.
Grace laughed.

"What a little fool you are!" she said tenderly, seating herself in Siward's chair and dropping one hand over his where it rested on the arm.

"Stephen, can't you make her--a big, strong fellow like you?
Oh, well; on your heads be it! My conscience is now clear for the first time, and I'll never meddle again." She gave Siward's hand a perfunctory pat and released him with a discreetly stifled yawn.

"I'm disgracefully sleepy; the wind blew like fury along the coast.

Sylvia, have you had a good time at Shotover--the time of your life ?" Sylvia raised her eyes and encountered Siward's.
"I certainly have," she said faintly.
"C'est bien, cherie.