"Like the Kiltie," she said, "you complain that the rest of the regiment is marching out of step with you."
"There's only a corporal's guard of us in step to the music," smiled Helen.... "You're looking radiant, Steve! I've never seen you as enchanting."
"I feel like enchanting the world—like a sorceress all ready for business.... This is a wonderful day, Helen."
"What are your engagements?"
"Two lessons this morning.... I don't know whether I'll go. Luncheon with Oswald at Tinto's. But it's so stuffy there in June, and the summer garden is so grubby."
"You're not going, then?"
"I don't know. I don't want to hurt his feelings," said the girl, reluctantly.
Helen sat up, flung off the bed clothes, and swung her superb young body out of bed.
"My bath's running over. Sit there and talk, Steve——"
But Stephanie turned to the window, her lips still edged with the same indefinable smile, and gazed at space through the netted squares of sunshine.