"Why, certainly. You would tell them that I stopped to make love to the bronze baby; and if Mildred heard that, hungry as she is by this time, you would soon have to formulate exceptions to your rule that women are all affection outwardly. By the way, what a fortunate experience yours must have been."
Page smiled philosophically, and looked approvingly at his light-footed companion.
They arrived at the café shortly after Mildred had directed her companion's attention to the menu, and the apparition of the unexpected guest entirely diverted from Clover any comment upon her tardiness.
The cordiality of his welcome pleased Page. He could not know the reason for the nervous energy of his cousin's greeting. The four sat for an hour at table and then took their way by boat to the Court of Honor, where they remained in the launch during the playing of the fountains. Clover, sitting next Page, watched his attitude toward this first view of the evening's spectacle with some curiosity.
He caught her amused gaze once as it rested upon him.
"Sumptuous! Delicate! Wonderful!" he said, breaking a long, absorbed silence.
"What?" returned Clover. "But you haven't suggested yet going down beneath the electric fountains to find out the why and the how of it all; and I am sure you will not rest until you have been on the roof of the Manufactures Building and made friends with the man who manipulates the search light."
"No." Page smiled vaguely and shook his head. "I do not want to go behind the scenes."
"Then the Court of Honor is a wonderful place," said Clover.
"Poetical! Marvelous!" gasped Page.