"An unanswerable argument," said Hilda good-naturedly. "You needn't take the matter au grand sérieux. I am profoundly grateful to Mrs. Van Tassel, and think her one of the most charming women I ever knew."
Page's countenance, which had been grave to sternness, relaxed until, slowly smiling, he looked into his companion's eyes and beamed mutely upon her.
Hilda noted the change with private astonishment, and determined to experiment.
"She is so refined," she added after a pause.
"The perfection of refinement," said Page.
"And very graceful."
Gorham nodded. "It is a pleasure to see her move, is it not?"
"She has plenty of spirit too, and wit."
"Yes, indeed. In whatever company she is, she makes her mark."
"And it is never a black and blue one either," responded Hilda, passing her handkerchief over her lips as she returned the rapt gaze of the earnest face drinking in her words. "There is so much in that. Her wit could never hurt. Her uniform, considerate kindness is her most prominent trait."