Fitzgerald, as he side-glanced, was afforded a shiver of pleasure.

He recognized the girl.

It was she who had given the flowers to the veteran.
"That is a remarkably fine young woman," said Breitmann, echoing Fitzgerald's thought.
The waiter opened the champagne.
"Yes.

I saw her give some violets this afternoon to an old soldier in the tomb.

It was a pretty scene." "Well," said Breitmann, raising his glass, "a pretty woman and a bottle!" It was the first jarring note, and Fitzgerald frowned.
"Pardon me," added Breitmann, observing the impression he had made, smiling, and when he smiled the student slashes in his cheeks weren't so noticeable.