What a wonderful day it was! Spring was surely near. He would like to be able to go and pick up Jinx, and then take a long walk through the park. He needed movement. He needed to walk off his excitement or he felt that he might burst with it.
“Eight o'clock!” said Edith. “I wish you joy, waiting until eight for supper.”
He had to come back a long, long way to her.
“'May I come in a business suit?'” she mimicked him. “My evening clothes have not arrived yet. My valet's bringing them up to town to-morrow.”
Even through the radiant happiness that surrounded him like a mist, he caught the bitterness under her raillery. It puzzled him.
“It's a young lady I knew at camp. I was in an army camp, you know.”
“Is her name a secret?”
“Why, no. It is Cardew. Miss Lily Cardew.”
“I believe you—not.”
“But it is,” he said, genuinely concerned. “Why in the world should I give you a wrong name?”