“You weren’t horrid.” He spoke quietly. “Even if you had been, I deserved it. I’ve been,” he hesitated and shrugged his shoulders expressively, “just a little mad. What’s the address? Where am I to drive you?” They had entered Regent’s Park. For a moment the spell of the country returned. In fields, beyond the canal, sheep were grazing. “Can’t we go more slowly?” She touched his arm gently. “We can. But, if we do, I’ll have more time to make a fool of myself, and I’ve done that pretty thoroughly.” “I don’t think so.” “But I have and I owe you an apology. You see, all my life you’ve been an inspiration. I’ve imagined you so intensely that I couldn’t treat you politely as a stranger--as what you call a ’real’ person.” Her face trembled. All the mischief had gone out of it. Her hands moved distressfully as though they wanted to caress him, but didn’t dare. She crouched her chin against her shoulder and gazed away through the sun and shadows of the park. “I don’t want you to be polite to me,” she faltered. “I don’t think you understand how difficult it is to be a girl. We neither of us know quite what we want.” She looked at him wistfully. “Disappointed in me already! Didn’t I warn you? And yet, if you’d take the trouble to know me, you’d find that I’m not--not so bad and heartless.” “Little Desire, I never thought you were bad and heartless--never for one moment.” The babies came into her eyes and her finger went childishly to her mouth. “No, you wouldn’t have the right to; but I’m ever so much nicer than you suspect.” He slowed down the engine. His face had gone white beneath its tan. They were both stirred; they seemed to listen to the beating of each other’s heart “Give me another chance,” he urged unsteadily. “But how? I must sail.” She gazed at him forlornly. “Here we are. You were going past it.” They drew up before a tall, buff-colored house, standing in a terrace. As though glad to escape from their emotional suspense, she jumped out the moment they had stopped, ran up the steps and rang the bell. While she waited for her ring to be answered, she kept her back towards him. The door was opened by a maid in a white cap and apron. “Hulloa, Ethel! So you see I’ve got back. How’s Miss Janice? Busy packing?” “Still in bed, Miss Desire. I was just going up to help her dress.” “Out last night with Mr. Horace?” “Yes. He’s to be here to breakfast He’s going to the station to see you off.” “All right. I’ll be in in a moment You needn’t stop.” She came tripping down the steps to Teddy. He had got out of the car and had been standing watching her. He had feared that she would glance across her shoulder and dismiss him with a nod. She rested her hand upon his arm and looked up at him timidly with an expression that was more than pity. The leaves of the park fluttered and the flakes of sunlight fell.