"Are you glad to be going?" I asked.
"Yes," she said surprised; "are not you?"
"But you have been happy here?" I said with a tone of remonstrance.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed; "wildly, intensely happy! It's been four days' enchantment, but then it's gone now; we can't get any more out of this place. We have enjoyed it so much we have drained it, exhausted it; like the bees, we must move on to a fresh flower."
It was true that was all we could do, yet I looked round the bare attic-like room with regret. Could ever another give me more than that had done? Could there ever be a keener joy, a deeper delight than I had known in the shadows of that first violet night?
PART THREE
THE BLACK NIGHT
CHAPTER VI
IN MAYFAIR
The spring of the next year found us installed in a small house in
Mayfair, for the season.