“Charming! Superb! I never saw anything just like her before.”
“And the indications are,” said Webster, carefully inspecting his friend, “that you never will again. It’s the sort of thing that only hits one once in a lifetime.”
“Oh, pshaw!”
“By all means. But that’s not going to alter anything. And you say she was cold, scornful, imperious, and all that?”
“Yes, but only to me. To everyone else she spoke gently; and it was at such moments that I got a glimpse of her true charm. Why, even this fellow Forrester came in for a share of it.”
“Why not? According to your account of him, he must be rather an attractive kind of a chap, just the sort that is apt to be strong with women.”
Garry witnessed with unholy joy the resentment that flushed Kenyon’s face.
“But don’t I tell you that he’s in love with this other girl, and she with him. And then he’s not at all the sort of fellow that such a girl would admire.”
Webster shrugged his shoulders.
“You never can tell,” said he. He lit a cigarette and lay back in his chair, smoking thoughtfully. At last he said: “But, aside from her, this is a peculiar experience. It’s a great deal like a dream. There is something so absolutely lawless about it.”