All the room is in shadow save where they two sit, and as he takes the soft, shaded light in his hands, and conducts the woman to her door, my imagination plays a sudden trick; the room is one of statelier times, and one becomes a "bold, brave knight," the other one, "my lady."
XXV.
"Do you see Bogart and Mrs. Stevens?"
Gladys Grayson drops the question into Helen's ear as she stands listlessly leaning against the conservatory entrance.
Everet is looking away for the moment. Gladys has come up with Dalzel, the young congressman.
Helen looks at her inquiringly:
"Bogart and Mrs. Stevens? Where?"
Mrs. Grayson gives a silvery little laugh, and just lifts her eyebrows.
"Everywhere," with a comprehensive wave of her pretty hand.