“There are no numbers on the streets of Paradise.”
“It must be frightfully late.”
“—or watches in the pockets of demigods——”
“Will you be serious!”
“Demigods are too happy to be serious.”
“That poor horse——”
“A wonderful horse, a horse among horses, but he goes too fast. He’ll be there in no time. Can’t we take a turn in the Park?”
He stretched his hand toward the door, but she seized him by the arm.
“I forbid it. If Mrs. Pennington knew—” she stopped again in consternation. “Phil! Do you think that Nellie Pennington——”
“I don’t know. She’s a wonderful woman—keeps amazing horses—extraordinary coachmen——”