"Thank you, Jim."
"Oh, they're most engaging eyes, Diana."
"More thanks, thank you!"
"I mean that they tip up a trifle—just a trifle, Japonette."
"They don't!"
"They do. Like a pretty Japanese girl's. Only yours are blue.... They're very blue—unusually—like the sky—that sort of blue."
"Young man," she said with mock seriousness, "don't you know what comes of speculating in ladies' eyes?"
"Bankruptcy of the heart," he nodded.
"Then choose some safer and preferred stock, please."
He lay smiling up at her, watching the shades of expression varying in her youthful face—watching the delicate shape of her mouth, which had always fascinated him with its unspoiled purity.