"Yes," responded Page, faithfully antiphonal. "Only a pure, true heart like hers could prompt such behavior."
"There is a subtle charm and stimulus in her society."
"And a restfulness, a satisfaction. It is hard to word it, but you have felt it; you recognize it. One can only say, it is good to be in her presence."
Hilda pushed back her chair so suddenly that her companion started. "Gorham Page," she said, gazing at him with sparkling eyes, and rising, "don't you see what has happened?"
"No," he answered, removing his fixed gaze and pushing aside the vines, the better to peer about.
"Not out there!" exclaimed his sister.
"Oh," he answered mildly. "I thought perhaps Blitzen had killed Electra."
Mrs. Page burst into laughter. Peal after peal broke from her, and she clasped her hand to her side.
Robert appeared on the scene.
"It is time you arrived," said Gorham, vaguely smiling. "I haven't the least idea what ails Hilda."