Jerry himself had scarcely mentioned it to them, as I remembered, after he had gone.
I went to Newport in July.

"The cottage," as I suspected, was twice as large and twice as pretentious as the New York residence; and it sported twice the number of servants.

Once again I was caught in the whirl of dinners and dances and motoring, with the addition of tennis and bathing.

And always, at my side, was Jerry, seemingly living only upon my lightest whim and fancy.

He wished to paint my portrait; but there was no time, especially as my visit, in accordance with Mother's inexorable decision, was of only one week's duration.
But what a wonderful week that was! I seemed to be under a kind of spell.