'It is quite like a fairy-story, Bertie. Here are Charlie and I--the poor young man who proposed to drop into an early grave, and who proposed to me instead, who has now no more idea of dropping into a grave than I have--and here are you and Amelie, with Molesworth once more your home. Bertie, if you hadn't fallen in love with Amelie, you would have argued yourself the most obtuse young man in the world. Why she fell in love with you is harder to say. She has got extraordinary charm; I felt it as soon as I saw her. You were in luck when you went a-wooing. So were you, Charlie--why didn't you say that?' 'You really didn't give me much time,' said Charlie in self-justification. 'No, that's true. Bertie, what fun we had in Long Island! Really, that time was most amusing. And we all meet again here--all but Mrs. Emsworth, that is to say. By the way, she has come back; she is staying somewhere in the neighbourhood. Did her tour end as successfully as it began?' 'She wrote to me just before my marriage saying she was getting quite rich,' said Bertie, wincing a little. 'How nice! I wish I was. Charlie, they are all rich except you and me. Never mind; we will stay with them all a great deal, which will be charming for them. And the Palmers' house in London--have you seen it? Really, it is magnificent. Who did it? Mrs. Palmer or her husband? It can't have been done by a firm; the taste is too individual, too certain.' 'Mr. Palmer did it,' said Bertie. 'I fancy he ordered every individual thing, down to the smallest details.' 'I fancied it must be he; Mrs. Palmer is a little more _voulu_--more bird of Paradise.' She laughed. 'I can't help laughing,' she said. 'To anyone with any eye for human comedy the scene at tea was delicious. She is a great dear, and I am very fond of her; but, frankly, she and Gallio together were extraordinarily funny. I love contrasts--notes of jarring colour.' Bertie did not laugh. 'I was furious with Gallio,' he said; 'he tried to make a fool of her.' 'Assuredly he did not succeed,' said Sybil. 'Mrs. Palmer was delighted with him. Anyhow, he had to be polite or rude; he chose to be extremely polite.' 'Amelie saw,' said Bertie briefly, and the subject dropped.