Phil waited and let her look at the hangings, the cushioned chairs, and spindle legs of the quaint table.
"You like it," he said after a pause of deep satisfaction.
She looked up at him. "I am making genuflexions to you in my mind."
He laughed. "But the best is yet to come. Sit where you are."
He moved to the back of the room and opened a door toward the ocean. It was as if a brilliant panel had suddenly been set in the dark wall.
Kathleen sprang to her feet.
"Like enamel!" she said softly, and approached the opening.
It led upon a terrace with a white railing. Tall white pillars at either end were crowned with dark-green bay.
"Is it a stage-setting," she said, "or is it practicable?"
"Come out and see."