Isn't this starlight magnificent?
I've been up to the nursery looking at the infant wonder--just wild to hug him; but he's asleep, and his nurse glared at me.

So I thought I'd come and look at something else as unattainable--the stars, Louis," she added, laughing--"not you." "Sure," he said, smiling, "I'm always obtainable.

Unlike the infant upon whom you had designs," he added, "I'm neither asleep nor will any nurse glare at you if you care to steal a kiss from me." "I've no inclination to transfer my instinctively maternal transports to you," she said, serenely, "though, maternal solicitude might not be amiss concerning you." "Do you think I need moral supervision ?" "Not by me." "By whom ?" "Ask me an easier one, Louis.

And--I didn't _say_ you needed it at all, did I ?" He sat beside her, silent, head lifted, examining the stars.
"I'm going back on the midnight," he remarked, casually.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, with her winning frankness.
"I'm--there's something I have to attend to in town--" "Work ?" "It has to do with my work--indirectly--" She glanced sideways at him, and remained for a moment curiously observant.
"How is the work going, anyway ?" she asked.
He hesitated.

"I've apparently come up slap against a blank wall.