It was a graceful and unexacting occupation.

But he was not absolutely, and the question was how long--She started as he seemed to voice her thought.
"This can't go on, Elfrida!" Cardiff had somehow possessed himself of her hand as it lay along the polished edge of the wooden seat.

It was a privilege, she permitted him sometimes, with the tacit understanding that he was not to abuse it.
"And why not--for a little while?
It is pleasant, I think." "If you were in love you would know why.

You are not, I know--you needn't say so.

But it will come, Elfrida--only give it the chance.