"When we go?"
"Yes, when we go home?"
"Home? But where is our home?"
"In Kensington Square, I suppose."
"I don't feel as if we should ever be able to settle down there again. That little house saw our little beginnings, when we didn't know what we really meant to do."
"Djenan-el-Maqui then?"
"Ah!" she said, with a changed voice. "Djenan-el-Maqui! What I have felt there! More than I ever can tell you, Claudie."
She began to desire the comparative quiet of the Park, and was glad that just then they passed the Plaza Hotel and went toward it.
"I wonder how Enid Mardon is feeling," she said, looking up at the ranges of windows. "Which is the tenth floor where she is?"
"Don't ask me to count to-day. I would rather play with the squirrels."