She forced a laugh.
"Oh, nothing," she said carelessly enough, "only when anybody pulls one of those Indian Love Lyrics on me, I pass."
He returned a moment later to find her still standing by the window. At last she turned back to the room and took up her hat. She lifted it to her head as though it were very heavy, and her arms very tired.
"I guess, Bobby, I'll be running along," she announced.
"Grace," he said earnestly, "it's good to know that from this time on you are a star."
She laughed.
"Yes, isn't it?" she answered. "I'm a real ash-trash now. No—don't bother to see me down. Mr. Deprayne will put me into the taxi'."
Outside the threshold she paused to thrust her head back into the room, and to laugh gaily as she shouted in the slang of the street:
"Oh, you Galahad!"
But her eyes were swimming with tears.