“Your customs in America are very pleasant ones,” he replied, imperturbably. “I am indeed fortunate to find myself so much in accord with them.”
Aurora gave him a rapturous glance for reward, and he took her fingers in his in calm defiance of his pretty hostess.
Patricia put down her finished tea-cup with a laugh and rose.
“Then I can’t dismay you—either of you?”
Aurora smiled scornfully.
“Not in the least—can she, Louis?”
“Not in the least,” he repeated.
“Oh, very well, your blood upon your own heads.”
“Or in our hearts, Madame,” corrected DeLaunay, with a bow.
“Come, Aurora,” smiled Patricia, “it’s time to dress.”