And young Mallett, recently from the older hemisphere, was still in a happy trance of surprise at the discovery.
Lounging there, watching her where she sat warmly illumined by the golden light of the window-shade, he said lazily: "Do you know that Fifth Avenue is always thronged with you, Geraldine?
I've nearly twisted my head off trying not to miss the assorted visions of you which float past afoot or driving.

Some day one of them will unbalance me.

I'll leap into her victoria, ask her if she'd mind the temporary inconvenience of being adored by a stranger; and if she's a good sport she'll take a chance.

Don't you think so ?" "It's more than I'd take with you," said the girl.
"You've said that several times." He laughed, then looked up at her half humorously, half curiously.
"_You_ would be taking no chances, Geraldine." "I'd be taking chances of finding you holding some other girl's hands within twenty-four hours.

And you know it." "Hasn't anybody ever held yours ?" Displeasure tinted her cheeks a deeper red, but she merely shrugged her shoulders.
It was true that in the one evanescent and secret affair of her first winter she had not escaped the calf-like transports of Bunbury Gray.