“Just an infatuation!” she laughed provocatively, a thrill running through her.
“Are you sorry that I am so infatuated? Would you have me more cool and reasonable? You told me once that you hated tepid people. Have you changed your ideas?”
“No.”
“Then why—— Ah! here is the soup. Madame est servie. Will she graciously adorn this chair?”
“How charming! It’s Jacobean, isn’t it? I shall enjoy sitting in it.”
Part of the face was in shadow, but the light fell full on the soft, curving lips, very sweet and gracious to-night, the firm, well-moulded chin, and the exquisite line of the bare neck and shoulders.
“Do you know any of the other tenants in the building, Frank?” she asked over her soup.
“No. Why do you ask?”
“Colin Paton knows an architect further down, Leonard Gost. I wonder if you knew him too.”