We dance, and drink champagne, and marvel at the flowers, as though we had not a care in the world, as though life moved always to music." Sir Charles frowned a little.
"The Prince again!" he said, half protesting.

"He seems to be a great deal in your thoughts lately, Penelope." "Why not ?" she answered.

"It is something to meet a person whom one is able to dislike.

Nowadays the whole world is so amiable." "I wonder how much you really do dislike him," he said.
She looked at him with a mysterious smile.
"Sometimes," she murmured softly, "I wonder that myself." "Leaving the Prince out of the question," he continued, "what you say is true enough.

Only a few days ago, you had to attend that awful inquest, and the last time I saw dear old Dicky Vanderpole, he was looking forward to this very dance." "It seems callous of us to have come," Penelope declared.