"I think he's going North in a day or two." "Why, Louis!" exclaimed Mrs.Cardross; "then you will be going, too, I suppose." "His ways are my ways," nodded Malcourt.

"I've been here too long anyway," he added in a lower voice, folding the paper absently across his knees.

He glanced once more at Shiela, but she had returned to her letter writing.
Everybody spoke of his going in tones of civil regret--everybody except Shiela, who had not even looked at him.

Cecile's observations were plainly perfunctory, but she made them nevertheless, for she had begun to take the same feminine interest in Malcourt that everybody was now taking in view of his very pronounced attentions to Virginia Suydam.
All the world may not love a lover, but all the world watches him.

And a great many pairs of bright eyes and many more pairs of faded ones were curiously following the manoeuvres of Louis Malcourt and Virginia Suydam.
Very little of what these two people did escaped the social Argus at Palm Beach--their promenades on the verandas of the two great hotels, their appearance on the links and tennis-courts together, their daily encounter at the bathing-hour, their inevitable meeting and pairing on lawn, in ballroom, afloat, ashore, wherever young people gathered under the whip of light social obligations or in pursuit of pleasure.
And they were discussed.