Masculine Little Arcady cared not that she had been less successful than the late Colonel Potts, for example, in preserving the truly Greek spirit--cared naught for this so long as, meaningly or otherwise, she uttered the immemorial woman-call in its true note wheresoever she fared.
And, curiously, since Miss Lansdale did not appear formidable to masculine Little Arcady--with one negligible exception--she seemed to try perversely not to be so.

She was amazingly gracious to it--still with one exception.

She melted to frivolity and the dance of mirth.

She affected joy in its music and confessed to a new feeling for Jerusalem after attending a lawn party at which Eustace Eubanks did his best to please.

She spoke of this to Eustace with a crafty implication that it had remained for him to interpret the antique graces of that storied place to a world all too heedless.