But I felt that if ever a fib were excusable, that one was.
"I'm a little tired, though," I went on.

"None of us got to bed till after three last night; and this day, though very nice of course, has been rather long.

I think, if you don't mind, Aunt Lil, I'll go straight to my room when we get upstairs." We all went up together in the lift, but I said good-night to the others at the door of the pretty drawing-room at the end of Uncle Eric's suite.
"Shan't I come with you ?" asked Lisa, but I said "no." It was something new for her to offer to help me, for she isn't very strong, and has always been the one to be petted and watched over by me, though she's a few years older than I am.
Aunt Lilian had brought her maid, without whom she can't get on even for a single night, but Lisa and I had left ours at home, and Aunt Lil had offered to let Morton help us as much as we liked.

I hadn't been shut up in my room for two minutes, therefore, when Morton knocked to ask if she could do anything.

But I thanked her, and sent her away.
I had not yet begun to undress, but was standing in the window, looking along the Champs Elysees, brilliant still with electric lights, and full of carriages and motor-cars bringing people home from theatres and dinner-parties, or taking them to restaurants for supper.
Down there somewhere was Ivor, going farther away from me every moment, though last night at about this time he had been telling me how he loved me, how I was the One Girl in the world for him, and always, always would be.