At last she said, drawing a deep breath: "Well, at least, I'm glad he's come to like this dear old place--He never used to care about it in the least." "That's because you've made it so bright for him," said Geoffrey, finding a seat on a tree-stump near her, and fumbling for a cigarette.

The praises of Philip were becoming monotonous and a reckless wish to test his own fate was taking possession of him.
"I haven't!"-- said Helena vehemently.

"I have asked all sorts of people down he didn't like--and I've made him live in one perpetual racket.

I've been an odious little beast.

But now--perhaps--I shall know better what he wants." "Excellent sentiments!" A scoffer looked down upon her through curling rings of smoke.