Fort struggled up, and stared at her. His face was comic from bewilderment, and she broke into a little nervous laugh.
“You weren't dreaming of me, dear Jimmy, that's certain. In what garden were you wandering?”
“Leila! You! How—how jolly!”
“How—how jolly! I wanted to see you, so I came. And I have seen you, as you are, when you aren't with me. I shall remember it; it was good for me—awfully good for me.”
“I didn't hear you.”
“Far, far away, my dear. Put my gardenia in, your buttonhole. Stop, I'll pin it in. Have you had a good rest all this week? Do you like my dress? It's new. You wouldn't have noticed it, would you?”
“I should have noticed. I think it's charming.
“Jimmy, I believe that nothing—nothing will ever shake your chivalry.”
“Chivalry? I have none.”
“I am going to shut the door, do you mind?” But he went to the door himself, shut it, and came back to her. Leila looked up at him.