Do you want to know something ?" she demanded, looking away.
"More than anything," declared St.George.

"What ?" "I think--" Olivia said slowly, "that it began--then--just when I first thought how wonderful that ride would have been.

Except--that it had begun a great while before," she ended suddenly.
And at these enigmatic words St.George sent a quick look over the forward deck.

It was of no use.

Mr.Frothingham was well within range.
"Heavens, good heavens, how happy I am," said St.George instead.
"And then," Olivia went on presently, "sometimes when there are a lot of people about--literary-theory persons and all--I shall look across at you, differently, and that will mean that you are to remember the exact minute when you looked in the window up at the palace, on the mountain, and I saw you.