"
"I'd like," she said with eyes which fell now to the hands folded in her
lap--and the droop of her head as he saw it, with the turned-away
profile cut like an exquisite silhouette against the fire, was burnt
into his memory afterward--"to have you remember this Christmas Eve--as
I shall."
"Remember it!"
"Shall you?"
"Shall I!"
"Ah--who is deliberately trying to say nice things now?" But she said it
rather faintly.
He lay back among his pillows with a long breath. "So you go to-morrow
morning?"
"Early--at six o'clock. You will not see me. And I must go now. See, it
is after eleven. Think of their making me go out this evening when I
must be up at five and travel the next forty-eight hours. On Christmas
Day, too. Isn't that too bad? But that's the price of my staying over to
spend Christmas Eve with Jerry Fullerton--like the foolish girl that I
am."
She rose and stood before him.
"Would you mind slipping off that--domino?" he requested. "I'd like to
see you just as all the other fellows would have seen you if you had
gone to the Van Antwerps'.
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