She swept across the room, pausing to kiss Marcia lightly on the cheek as she passed her. "Come, Wilfred," she cried. "We are de trop. Let us see how quickly we can vanish."
The door closed behind them, but the room still held the faint echo of her laughter, the lingering breath of evasive and enchanting perfume.
Marcia had thrown her furs about her shoulders and now she picked up her muff. It fell to the floor, unheeded, as Hayden caught her hands in his.
"What was Ydo saying to you?" she asked.
"She was giving me some geographical information about the relative situations of Eldorado and Arcady, and condemning the former as a health resort."
"Bobby! You're fooling! I can tell by your eyes."
"But her knowledge is incorrect," he announced triumphantly. "For instance, she is not even aware that the towers and treasures of Eldorado lie in the very heart of Arcady, and that we will dwell there for ever and a day, my adored lady of the Silver Butterfly."