So it could have been nothing serious.

Love alone is serious; and it sometimes comes slowly, sometimes goes slowly; but if you desire it to come quickly, close your eves! And if you wish it to vanish, _reason about it_! "We are on very safe ground again, Phil; you see we are making little epigrams about love.
"Rosamund is impatient--it's a symphony concert, and I must go--the horrid little cynic!--I half believe she suspects that I'm writing to you and tearing off yards of sentiment.

It is likely I'd do that, isn't it!--but I don't care what she thinks.

Besides, it behooves her to be agreeable, and she knows that I know it does! _Voila_! "By the way, I saw Mrs.Gerard's pretty ward at the theatre last night--Miss Erroll.

She certainly is stunning--" Selwyn flattened out the letter and deliberately tore out the last paragraph.