"He wants to talk to you." "I should like to talk to him.

I shall come again, if I may." "Oh, of course, and next time we may both be at home." As the car started she called out teasingly.

"My next maneuver may be more successful, you know!" How provoking she was, and how inspiriting! Was she as shrewd, as sophisticated, as she tried to appear, or was he merely, he asked himself, the victim of her irrepressible humour, of a prodigious display of the modern spirit?
At least she was a part of her time--not, like Margaret and himself, a discordant note, a divergent atom, in the general march toward recklessness and unrestraint.

Young as she was, he felt that she had already solved the problems which he had evaded or pushed aside.

She had learned the secret of transition--a perpetual motion that went in circles and was never still.