"Did I make epigrams? How funny! I didn't know I could."
She came a little nearer. Woodville said in a low voice, rather quickly—
"You looked really divine just now through the window, with the hyacinths in your hands—like the goddess of something or other—spring, I suppose.... When I look at you, I understand all the old poetry. To Amaryllis and Herrick—and—you know."
"Dear Frank!... Am I to find an address?"
"You can't, dearest. There is no address. Besides, they've moved. And I found it myself ever so long ago."
She laughed.
"Oh, Frank!"
Woodville put his hand out and took hers.
"Oh, don't go just yet!" he said imploringly.
"Why, you told me to go away just now—or to the other side of the room!"