Say that it is." "Heaven knows that it is," assented St.George obediently.
Presently, realizing that the terrace did not intend to turn into a cloud out-of-hand, they set themselves to talk seriously, and St.
George had not known her so adorable, he was once more certain, as when she tried to thank him for his pursuit the night before.

He had omitted to mention that he had brought her back alone to the Palace of the Litany, for that was too exquisite a thing, he decided, to be spoiled by leaving out the most exquisite part.

Besides, there was enough that was serious to be discussed, in all conscience, in spite of the moon.
"Tell me," said St.George instead, "what has happened to you since that breakfast at the Boris.

Remember, I have come all the way from New York to interview you, Mademoiselle the Princess." So Olivia told him the story of the passage in the submarine which had arrived in Yaque two days earlier than _The Aloha_; of the first trip up Mount Khalak in the imperial airship; of Mrs.Hastings' frantic fear and her utter refusal ever to descend; and of what she herself had done since her arrival.

This included a most practical account of effort that delighted and amazed St.George.No wonder Mrs.Hastings had said that she always left everything "executive" to Olivia.