"Are you remaining to smoke?" asked Eileen as Selwyn took her to the
doorway. "Because, if you are not--I'll wait for you."
"Where?" he asked.
"Anywhere. . . . Where shall I?"
Again the twin blue miracles were lifted to his; and deep in them he saw
her young soul, waiting.
Around them was the gay confusion, adieux, and laughter of partners
parted for the moment; Nina passed them with a smiling nod; Boots
conducted Drina to a resting-place on the stairs; outside, the hall was
thronged with the younger set, and already their partners were returning
to the tables.
"Find me when you can get away," said Eileen, looking once more at
Selwyn; "Nina is signalling me now."
Again, as of old, her outstretched hand--the little formality
symbolising to him the importance of all that concerned them. He touched
it.
"_A bientot_," she said.
"On the lawn out there--farther out, in the starlight," he
whispered--his voice broke--"my darling--"
She bent her head, passing slowly before him, turned, looked back, her
answer in her eyes, her lips, in every limb, every line and contour of
her, as she stood a moment, looking back.
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