The blue of the sky was no longer sapphire but glorious turquoise.

The very air sparkled, diamond-clear in the crystal splendour of the day.
Suddenly Dinah spoke.

"I suppose one always feels horrid the next morning." "Are you feeling the reaction ?" asked Scott.
"Oh, it isn't only that, I'm feeling--ashamed," said Dinah, blushing very deeply.
He did not look at her.

"I don't see why," he said gently, after a moment.
"Oh, but you do!" she said impatiently.

"At least you can if you try.