That stir among the leaves of the plane trees is the first delicious breath of the morning.

Go on and tell me all about the party." "It's a perfect time to talk," he laughed.
And there he sat and made gay pictures for her of what he had seen and done.

He thought he was giving her mere detail of the old Duchess' dance.

He did not know that when he spoke of new tangos, of flowers, of music and young nymphs like tossed blossoms, he never allowed her for a moment to lose sight of Mrs.Gareth-Lawless' girl.

She was the light floating over his vision of the happy youth of the assembly--she was the centre--the beginning and the ending of it all..