They know, all of them, that I am the Governor's daughter." With a start he brought himself back from the secret places.

"But I thought you carried your head very high," he answered, "and you did not appear to lack partners." Some small ironic demon that seemed to dwell in his brain and yet to have no part in his real thought, moved him to add indiscreetly: "I thought you danced every dance with Julius Gershom.
That's the name of that dark fellow who's a politician of doubtful cast, isn't it ?" She made a petulant gesture, and the red wings in her hat vibrated like the wings of a bird in flight.

There flashed though his mind while he watched her the memory of a cardinal he had seen in a cedar tree against the snow-covered landscape.

Strange that he could never get away from the thought of a bird when he looked at her.
"Oh, Julius Gershom! I despise him!" She shivered, and he asked with a sympathy he had not displayed for mental discomforts: "Aren't you dreadfully chilled?
This kind of thing is a risk, you know.

You might catch influenza--or anything." "Yes, I might, if there is any about," she replied tartly, and he saw with relief that her petulance had faded to dull indifference.