The only dance she missed--Kathryn told her grandmother--was the one she sat out in the conservatory with Donal Muir." At this Feather's high, thin little laugh broke forth.
"He turned up there?
Donal Muir!" She struck her hands lightly together.
"It's too good to be true!" "Why is it too good to be true ?" he inquired without enthusiasm.
"Oh, don't you see?
After all his mother's airs and graces and running away with him when they were a pair of babies--as if Robin had the plague.

I was the plague--and so were you.

And here the old Duchess throws them headlong at each other--in all their full bloom--into each other's arms.

I did not do it.

You didn't.