"The park," interrupted Scott excitedly, "is the largest fenced
game-preserve in America! It's only ten minutes to the Sachem's Gate, if
we walk fast."

"I want a bath and fresh linen."

"Don't you care to see the trout? Don't you want to try to catch a
glimpse of a wild boar? I should think you'd be crazy to see----"

"I'm crazy about almost any old thing when I'm well scrubbed; otherwise,
I'm merely crazy. That was a wild trip up. I'm all over cinders."

A woman came quietly out onto the terrace, and Duane instantly divined
it, though his back was toward her and her skirts made no sound.

"Oh, is that you, Kathleen?" he cried, pivoting. "How d'ye do?" with a
vigorous handshake. "Every time I see you you're three times as pretty
as I thought you were when I last saw you."

"Neat but involved," said Kathleen Severn. "You have a streak of cinder
across that otherwise fascinating nose."

"I don't doubt it! I'm going. Where's Geraldine?"

"Having her hair done in your honour; return the compliment by washing
your face. There's a maid inside to show you."

"Show me how to wash my face!" exclaimed Duane, delighted. "This is
luxury----"