“Or maybe the heart!”
He drew his sheets before him and smoothed and arranged them. Then he frowned intently. Presently he began to write:
“The crowning of these columns with the Roman Doric abacus is quite unjustifiable and altogether incongruous to the purist. Yet the effect in the eye of the layman is not unpleasing. It is difficult if not impossible to account——”
He looked up from the sheet before him with exultant eyes, the pen poised motionless in mid-air.
“I’ll swear there were dimples when she smiled!” he murmured joyously.
