"I'm afraid you miss our little parable," said Myra.
"We do. Come on, Dahlia."
"You'll pardon me, Archibald, but Miss Blair is dancing this with me."
Archie objected strongly, but I left, him with Myra, and took Miss Blair away. We sat on the stairs and thought.
"It has been a lovely week," said Dahlia.
"It has," I agreed.
"Perhaps more lovely for me than for you."
"That's just where I don't agree with you. You know, we think it's greatly over-rated. Falling in love, I mean."
"Who's 'we'?"
"Myra and I. We've been talking it over. That's why we rather dwelt upon the sordid side of it just now. I suppose we didn't move you at all?"