"Does that answer satisfy you ?" Touched deeply, he took her hand which rested so lightly on his sleeve--a hand so soft and fine of texture--so cool and fresh and slender that the youth and fragrance of it drew his lips to it.

Then he reversed it and kissed the palm.
"Why, Louis," she said, "I didn't think you could be so sentimental." "Is that sentimental ?" "Isn't it ?" "It rather looks like it, doesn't it ?" "Rather." "Did you mind ?" "No....

Only--you and I--it seems--superfluous.

I don't think anything you do could make me like you more than I do." "You sweet little thing!" "No, only loyal, Kelly.

I can never alter toward you." "What's that?
A vow!" "Yes--of constancy and of friendship eternal." "'_Nomen amicitia est; nomen inane fides_!--Friendship is only a name; constancy an empty title,'" he quoted.
"Do you believe that ?" "Constancy is an honest wish, but a dishonest promise," he said.