"He's staying with Gray," he said reluctantly.
"Where ?" "At Devon." "Devon?
Isn't that the place we drove to the other day--with a little club and a sort of pier and sailboats gliding about ?" "Yes.

They've got one." Ah, that was why she had had a queer feeling of Martinism while she had sat there having tea, watching the white sails against the sky.

On one of those boats bending gracefully to the wind Martin must have been.
"Where are they living ?" "In a cottage that belongs to a pal of Gray's, so far as I could gather." In a cottage, together! Then the girl whom she had called "Fairy,"-- the girl who was human and real, according to Gilbert, couldn't be, surely couldn't be, with them.
"Will you drive me over ?" she asked.
"When ?" "Now." "Why, of course, Joan, if I--must," he said.

It somehow seemed to him to be wrong and incredible that she had a husband,--this girl, so free and young and at the very beginning of things, like himself, and whom he had grown into the habit of regarding as his special--hardly property, but certainly companion and playmate.
"If you're not keen about it, Harry, I'll ask Mr.Hosack or a chauffeur.

Pray don't let me take you an inch out of your way." In an instant he was off his stilts and on his marrow bones.