"Let me put you in, and then I'll speak to the driver." As he gave the address she watched him, still fascinated with the delicious strangeness of it all.

It was like an adventure to have George whisk her so peremptorily into a cab, and then stand with his foot on the step while he curtly directed the driver.

Nothing could surpass the romance--the supreme exciting romance of life.

Every minute was an event; every act of George's was as thrilling as a moment in melodrama.
And as they drove through the streets, over the pale bands of sunshine, she had a sense of lightness and wonder, as if she were driving in a world of magic toward ineffable happiness.
"Isn't it strange to be here together, George ?" she said.

"I can hardly believe it." But in her heart she was thinking: "I shall never want anything but love in my life.