He took the hand she offered. "I don't know," he answered slowly. "Do you see that angel?"
"Indeed I do. That is my angel."
"Our angel then. Let me share it."
"You shall," replied the girl generously. She waited a moment in smiling silence; "but that isn't our hand," she added at last. "That is mine. Haven't you had it a good while, considering it is a loan?"
"Have I? Well," and Jack slowly released it.
"I am in dreamland, Mildred. I am glad to meet you here, whether you are a reality or not."
"Oh! You remind me of those creepy shades in Vedder's picture where one asks the other who he is and the second answers shiverily that he doesn't know. 'I only died last night,' is what he was inconsiderate enough to reply. I have never forgiven him."
Jack stood at her side and leaned an arm on the back of her chair.
"This is a sort of No Man's Land too," he answered, "and when it grows dark here one feels that these marble creatures gain life. See that population on the Peristyle! They belong here. We are only strangers."
"I see the spell of the White City is upon you, else you would certainly express some surprise at finding me alone."