morrow. You and I are going to slip away, at about one o'clock,
and go off in the gray car. We'll go up to--well, somewhere, and
we'll have our lunch under the trees. I'll have Hansen pack us
something at the club. We'll be back at about four, for the tea
callers, and they may have you until I come back for dinner. After
dinner we'll walk on the terrace--as we did two wonderful,
wonderful nights ago, and perhaps--" His voice had fallen to a
rich and tender note, his eyes were rapt. "Perhaps," he said,
"just before we go in, at the end of the terrace, you'll look up
at the stars again--"

"Tony!" Isabelle interrupted, her face brilliant with colour. "My
dear boy--my dear boy, listen to me--"

"Well?" he asked, looking up, as she paused.

"My dear," she said, with difficulty, "think where this is going
to end."

He jerked his head impatiently.

"Oh, if you are going to begin THAT again!"

"My dear, I have to begin that again! In all reason--in all
REASON----"

"Isabelle, what in God's name has reason to do with it!" He knelt
before her, and caught her hands, and Isabelle had a terrified
fear that Ward, or Nina, or any one else, might start up or down
the terrace steps and see him. "The instant you realize what you