She slid from the bed and stood looking down at me. "You think he
wouldn't like it?"

"I am afraid he wouldn't. And, after all, you are engaged to him,
Nancy."

"Of course I am, but he is not my jailer. He does as he pleases and I do
as I please."

"In my day lovers pleased to do the same thing."

"Did they? I don't believe it. They just pretended, and there is no
pretense between Anthony and me"--she stooped and kissed me--"they just
pretended, Elizabeth, and the reason that I love Anthony is because we
don't pretend."

After that I felt that I need fear nothing. Nancy and Anthony--freedom
and self-confidence--why should I try to match their ideals with my own
of yesterday? Yet, as I laid my book aside, I resolved that Olaf should
know of Anthony.

I had my opportunity the next day. Olaf came over to sit in my garden
and again we had tea. He was much pleased when he knew that Nancy and I
would be his guests on Wednesday.

"Come early. Do you swim? We can run the launch to the beach--or, better
still, dive in the deeper water near my boat."

"Nancy swims," I told him. "I don't. And I am not sure that we can come