"Then there are the intellectuals--the artistic, the illuminated, the musical sorts. I--I wish I knew more of them. They were my father's friends--some of them." She looked over her shoulder to see where Selwyn was, and whether he was listening; smiled at him, and turned, resting one hand on the window seat. "So many kinds of people," she said, with a shrug. "Yes," said Selwyn lazily, "there are all kinds of kinds. You remember that beautiful nature-poem: "'The sea-gull And the eagul And the dipper-dapper-duck And the Jew-fish And the blue-fish And the turtle in the muck; And the squir'l And the girl And the flippy floppy bat Are differ-ent As gent from gent. So let it go at that!'" "What hideous nonsense," she laughed, in open encouragement; but he could recall nothing more--or pretended he couldn't. "You asked me," he said, "whether I know Sudbury Gray. I do, slightly. What about him?" And he waited, remembering Nina's suggestion as to that wealthy young man's eligibility. "He's one of the nicest men I know," she replied frankly. "Yes, but you don't know 'Boots' Lansing." "The gentleman who was bucked out of his footwear? Is he attractive?" "Rather. Shrieks rent the air when 'Boots' left Manila." "Feminine shrieks?" "Exclusively. The men were glad enough. He has three months' leave this winter, so you'll see him soon." She thanked him mockingly for the promise, watching him from amused eyes. After a moment she said: "I ought to arise and go forth with timbrels and with dances; but, do you know, I am not inclined to revels? There has been a little--just a very little bit too much festivity so far. . . . Not that I don't adore dinners and gossip and dances; not that I do not love to pervade bright and glittering places. Oh, no. Only--I--" She looked shyly a moment at Selwyn: "I sometimes feel a curious desire for other things. I have been feeling it all day." "What things?" "I--don't know--exactly; substantial things. I'd like to learn about things. My father was the head of the American School of Archaeology in Crete. My mother was his intellectual equal, I believe--" Her voice had fallen as she spoke. "Do you wonder that physical pleasure palls a little at times? I inherit something besides a capacity for dancing." He nodded, watching her with an interest and curiosity totally new.