"Do you regret it, Steve?"
"I don't know. I haven't had time to think about it."
"It's high time, isn't it?"
"Y-yes.... I've got to do a—a lot of thinking some day, I suppose." She gazed absently into space for a few moments; then again the faintest of smiles curved her lips and she bent her head and remained very still, deep in reflection.
... "Did you wish to speak to Marie Cliff?" asked Helen, breaking the prolonged silence.
The girl looked up, dim-eyed, confused:
"Yes."
"I think she just went into the court-yard."
Stephanie's wool-gathering wits returned; she sprang up and walked swiftly out to the court, where the white horse was just being led in and the pretty dancer stood unpinning her hat.
She turned when Stephanie entered, and the girl went up to her, smilingly, and offered her hand.