Gwenna, still with her hand at her throat, explained, "I've lost my heart".
CHAPTER V
THE WORKADAY WORLD
The day after the dinner-party was spent by Gwenna metaphorically, at least, in the clouds.
By her vivid day-dreams she was carried off, as Ganymede was carried by the eagle, sky-high; she felt the rush of keen air on her face; she saw the khaki-green flying-ground beneath her with the clustered onlookers, as small as ants. And—thus she imagined it—she heard that megaphone announcement:
"Ladies and gentul MEN! Mis ter Paul Dampier on a Maurice Farman bi plane ac companied by Miss Williams!"
with the sound of it dying down, faintly, below her.
Then in her musing mind she went over and over what had already happened. Those throbbing moments when her new friend had said, "Look here! Would you care to come up?" and, "Then I'll come up here and fix it——"