"An irony—no," she said gently. "We were true to ourselves—the future lies the fairer before us."
The press around them grew closer.
"Mais c'est chic ça!"
"C'est exquis!"
She took his arm, as if seeking freer air, and they moved through the throng that continued its compliments, unsuspecting of the proximity of either artist or subject. They stood at last on the great balcony, and looked down on the splendid court agleam with sculpture and greenery.
"I have searched Europe for you!" he said.
"This great change in our lives—it is too wonderful to grasp all at once," she murmured musingly.
"I do not see why we should not stroll round to the Embassy now, and inquire," he suggested stoutly.
"Inquire about what?" she asked, her deep absent look changing to bewilderment.