Her inextinguishable gaiety brought back the smile he liked. "We'll talk of
SOME ONE else--some one of interest to us both." |
"I am always ready to talk of Miss Virginia Balfour," he said,
misunderstanding promptly.
She smiled her disdain of his obtuseness in an elaborately long survey of him.
"Well?" he wanted to know.
"That's how you look--very well, indeed. I believe the storm was greatly
exaggerated," she remarked.
"Isn't that rather a good definition for a blizzard--a greatly exaggerated
storm?"
"You don't look the worse for wear--not the wreck I expected to behold."
"Ah, you should have seen me before I saw you."
"Thank you. I have no doubt you find the sight of my dear face as
refreshing as your favorite cocktail. I suppose that is why it has taken
you three days after your return to reach me and then by special request."
"A pleasure delayed is twice a pleasure anticipation and realization."
Miss Balfour made a different application of his text, her eyes trained on
him with apparent indifference. "I've been enjoying a delayed pleasure
myself.
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