I'll do my god-like best.

And anyway I'll call you up at one.

Good night." "Good night." He went back to the girl waiting for him in the starlight.
"Well," she said, smiling at his altered expression, "you certainly have recovered your spirits." He laughed and took her unreluctant fingers and kissed them--a boyishly impulsive expression of the gay spirits which might have perplexed him or worried him to account for if he had tried to analyse them.

But he didn't; he was merely conscious of a sudden inrush of high spirits--of a warm feeling for all the world--this star-set world, so still and sweet-scented.
"Stephanie, dear," he said, smiling, "you know perfectly well that I think--always have thought--that there was nobody like you.

You know that, don't you ?" She laughed, but her pulses quickened a little.
"Well, then," he went on.