I haven't had half enough sleep." He sat down beside her on the sofa: "Don't talk any more of that god-like business," he growled, "or I'll find the proper punishment." "Would _you_ punish _me_, Kelly ?" "I sure would." "If I displeased you ?" "You bet." "Really ?" She turned partly toward him, half in earnest.
"Suppose--suppose--" but she stopped suddenly, with a light little laugh that lingered pleasantly in the vast, still room.
She said: "I begin to think that there are two Kellys--no, _one_ Kelly and _one_ Louis.

Kelly is familiar to me; I seem to have known him all my life--the happy part of my life.

Louis I have just seen for the first time--there at the easel, painting, peering from me to his canvas with Kelly's good-looking eyes all narrow with worry--" "What on earth are you chattering about, Valerie ?" "You and Kelly....

I don't quite know which I like best--the dear, sweet, kind, clever, brilliant, impersonal, god-like Kelly, or this new Louis--so very abrupt in speaking to me--" "Valerie, dear! Forgive me.

I'm out of sorts somehow.