Yet, against her will, she flushed deeply.
"Yes.

It was delightful.

I did not expect to enjoy it so much, but--" "But you did! That's well.

That's good!" Marion Vincent rose feebly.

And as she stood, leaning on the chair, she touched the folds of Diana's white dress.
"When shall I see you again ?--and that dress ?" "I shall be in London in May," said Diana, eagerly--May I come then?
You must tell me where." "Ah, you won't come to Bethnal Green in that dress.