"Get her out all right?"
"Say, did you see that?"
"This damn' company ought to——"
"Did you see the man that carried her out? He was pale as a ghost, too."
"Yes, but did you hear——?"
"What?"
"That fella. That pale fella that carried her out. He was sittin' beside her—he says she's his wife!"
The house was quiet. A breeze pressed back the dark vine leaves of the veranda, letting in thin yellow rods of moonlight on the wicker chairs. Jaqueline rested placidly on the long settee with her head in his arms. After a while she stirred lazily; her hand reaching up patted his cheek.
"I think I'll go to bed now. I'm so tired. Will you help me up?"
He lifted her and then laid her back among the pillows.