"You must come down here. Pip will bring you in his car for the week-ends, with the Dutton-Ames. And I'll get a music box and a lot of new records. The old dining-room has a wonderful floor."
"I hate your wonderful floor and your horrid old house. And when I think of Fifth Avenue and the lights and the theaters and you away from it all——"
"Poor young doctors have no right to the lights and all the rest of it. Eve, don't let's quarrel at the last moment. You'll be reconciled to it all some day."
"I shall never be reconciled."
And now Philip Meade was claiming her. "You promised me this, Eve."
"I shall have all the rest of the winter for you, Pip."
"As if that made any difference! I never put off till to-morrow the things I want to do to-day. And as for Richard, he'll come running back to us before the winter is over."
Richard shrugged. "You're a pair of cheerful prophets. Go and fox-trot with him, Eve."
Left alone, the eyes of the young doctor went at once to the top of the stairs.
"Come down and dance," he said.