And long afterward she was to recognize in that eager gallantry the finest of tact.

"It's a delight just to be wonderin'! You called me Mr.O'Neill!" he added blankly.
"Some letters had tumbled from your pocket." Kenny's brow cleared.
"Besides, whenever the horn blew lately I thought it might be you." This was too amazing.

But the girl's eyes were beautiful, ingenuous and wholly sincere.

Dumfounded, Kenny turned away and gathered up his letters.
"Mystery," he said, shaking his head, "is the spice of delight.

But I like it diffused.