"One more disappointment! Good-night." He looked after her a quick undecided moment as she made a step in front of him, then at the half-burnt cigarette he held in his hand, threw the end away with a hasty gesture, overtook her and walked beside her along the corridor.
"I heard you and your mother come in," he said, as though explaining himself.

"Then I waited till I thought you must both be asleep, and came down here to look at that wonderful effect on the old house." He pointed to the silver palace outside.

"I have a trick of being sleepless--a trick, too, of wandering at night.

My own people know it, and bear with me, but I am abashed that you should have found me out.

Just tell me--in one word--how the ball went ?" He paused at the foot of the stairs, his hands on his sides, as keenly wide-awake as though it were three o'clock in the afternoon instead of three in the morning.
Womanlike, her mood instantly shaped itself to his.
"It went very well," she said perversely, putting her satin-slippered foot on the first step.