"I'm rather glad you were not drowned," said Mr. Delancy, "but I'm not infatuated with you."
They shook hands solemnly, then Mr. Delancy walked over and joined Selden, who appeared to be fascinated by an attractive girl in Greek robes and sandals who was playing handball on the green.
"'Give up my dead!' she whispered. 'Give up my dead!'"
"Young man," said Mr. Delancy, "there's always trouble for two in this world. That young woman with yellow hair and violet eyes who is playing handball with her sister, and who appears to hypnotize you, is here to recuperate from the loss of an elderly husband."
"A widow with yellow hair and blue eyes!" murmured Selden, entranced.
"Precisely. Your train, however, leaves to-night—unless you mean to remain here on a diet of bird-seed."
Selden smiled absently. Bird-seed had no terror for him.