She started. “Oh—I—Nothing very much.” She flashed a little look at him and got up from the table.
“Better tell me,” he suggested.
“It wasn’t anything—not anything that will ever be—anything.” She began to gather up dishes.
“Made you look pretty happy,” he said.
“Did it?” she laughed out. She stood a moment, looking thoughtfully at the vine-shadows on the cloth.... “It was a coat I saw at Stewart’s, yesterday—a perfectly absurd coat—for me!”
“No coat could be absurd for you—not if you wanted it!”
“Yes—I wanted it—I suppose.” She looked again at the white cloth and waited. “I think it bewitched me.... It was a Chinese coat, you see!”
He looked at her blankly. “A Chinese coat—for you!”
She nodded. “I told you it was absurd!”
“Well—” He regarded it thoughtfully. “If you want it... But what could you do with—a Chinese coat?”