She drew away from him in pretended haughtiness, tilting her chin into the air.
Some one yawned. “Good Lord! We must have been mad.”
Disenchantment spoke in the complaining voice. They turned. The rest of the party were awake, looking bored and fretful.
“I’m aching for some sleep,” Fluffy sighed; “I know I’m going to quarrel with some one. It was you and your wretched Cynaras did this for us, Horace. If I’m not in bed in half-an-hour, I’ll never speak to you again.”
“Why mother, where’s King?” Desire noticed the absence of Mr. Dak.
“If he’s wise, he’s walking back to New York,” Vashti said; “but I think he’s outside, directing the driver.—We certainly were mad. I am tired.”
A discontented silence settled down. Teddy wished that they all would close their eyes and leave him alone with Desire. She was like a wild thing when others were watching; beneath her stillness he could detect her agitation lest he should betray to others that he loved her.
“You’re not cross, too—are you?” he whispered. “Are you, Princess?”
She shook her head. “You made a splendid pillow.”
She gave him no encouragement, so he sank into himself. He tried to recapture his sensations of the night In his dreams he must have been conscious of her; they must have gone together on all manner of adventures. He blamed himself for having slept; if he had kept his vigil, what memories he would have had.