They seemed to establish a new bond of camaraderie, to make
blithe appeal to his nomadic soul. It was as if fate had directed her
footsteps until they had touched and lingered on the outer circle of his
vagabondage. Both seemed to have forgotten all about his excellency.
"Rested?" queried Mr. Heatherbloom.
"Quite," she answered. There was no trace of weariness in her voice.
"And you?"
"Ditto," he laughed. Then, more gravely, "You see, I fell asleep while
watching," he confessed.
"I'm glad."
"You'd make a lenient commanding officer. Shall we go on?"
"Where?"
"I don't exactly know," he confessed.
"That's lovely." Then, tentatively, "It's nice here."
"Fine," he assented. There was no hardness in the violet eyes as they
rested on him. He did not pause to analyze the miracle; he only
accepted it. A moment he yielded to the temptation of the lotus-eater
and continued to luxuriate in the lap of Arcadia. Then he bestirred
himself uneasily; it was not sufficient just to breathe in the golden
gladness of the moment. "Yes; it's fine," he repeated, "only you see--"
"Of course!" she said with a little sigh, and rose.
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