Well, surely he might bask in the sunshine of her laughter for another day.

No need to embitter her joyous heart until he was driven to it by dire necessity.
So he resolutely brushed aside the woe-begone phantom of care, and entered into the _abandon_ of the hour with a zest that delighted her.

The dear girl imagined that Robert, her Robert, had made another speedy conquest, and Anstruther himself was much elated by the sudden change in Sir Arthur Deane's demeanor.
They behaved like school children on a picnic.

They roared over Iris's troubles in the matter of divided skirts, too much divided to be at all pleasant.

The shipowner tasted some of her sago bread, and vowed it was excellent.