"
"Then it will be an adventure; come," he said, and Halcyone rose.
"Only if you will not give away my secret. Promise you will not tell
anyone else," she bargained.
"Oh! I promise," and John Derringham jumped up--his movements were
always quick and decided and full of nervous force. "I will bring my
hostess to see you on Monday or Tuesday, Master," he announced, as he
said good-by. "And prepare yourself to fall at her feet like all the
rest of us--Merlin and Vivien, you know. It will be a just punishment
for your scathing remarks."
When they were outside in the garden Halcyone spoke not a word. The beds
were a glory of spring bulbs, and every bud on the trees was bursting
with its promise of coming leaf. Glad, chirruping bird-notes called to
one another, and a couple of partridges ran across the lawn.
John Derringham took in the lines of Halcyone's graceful person as she
walked ahead. She had that same dignity of movement from the hips which
the Nike of Samothrace seems to be advancing with as you come up the
steps of the Louvre.
How tall she had grown! She must be at least five feet nine or ten.
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