“They were kind to me, at all events,” said Glory.
“To-night, yes. The last new man—the last new monkey——”
She was laughing again and swinging along on his arm as if her feet hardly touched the ground.
“What is the matter with you?”
“Nothing; I am only thinking how polite you are,” and then they looked at each other again and laughed together.
The mild radiance of the stars was dying into the brighter light of the moon. A bird somewhere in the dark trees below had mistaken the moonlight for the dawn, and was making its early call. The clock at Westminster was striking eleven, and there was the deep rumble of traffic from the unseen streets round about.
“How beautiful!” said Glory. “It's hard to believe that this can be the same London that is so full of casinos and clubs and-monasteries.”
“Why, what does a girl like you know about such places?”
She had dropped his arm and was looking over the balcony. The sound of voices came from the red windows behind them. Then the soloist began to sing again. His second ballad was the Erl King:
Du liebes Kind, komm' geh' mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel' ich mit dir.