"She plays and sings divinely. She does everything well. To dance with her—is——."
He ended abruptly, not being capable of giving full expression to his sensations when dancing with Sylvia Jackson.
"Denis Quirk!" cried Molly Healy, and climbed through the window. It was a relief to her to give her mirth full vent.
"Ethereal! Poor Desmond! I wonder will he recover?" she laughed.
"You will not be rude to him?" Kathleen asked her brother anxiously.
He laughed unrestrainedly. All resentment against Denis Quirk was long forgotten, for his anger was short-lived.
"I regard him as a benefactor. He has released me from the thraldom of Grey Town and introduced me to the larger life," he answered.
"Whatever you do, don't speak to him of Sylvia, or I shall laugh," cried Molly on meeting Denis Quirk.
"You are speaking Dutch puzzles, Miss Molly. Who and what are he and Sylvia?" he answered.
"Desmond O'Connor is him, and Sylvia a spirit, just a woman that's ethereal and a spirit. I am thinking poor Desmond is love sick."