He took in the place with greater pleasure. "What delightful rules!"
"How could such a house have any others?"—she was already launched again in her brave relation to it. "I may go up just once more—mayn't I—to the long gallery?"
How could he tell? "The long gallery?"
With an added glow she remembered. "I forgot you've never seen it. Why, it's the leading thing about you!" She was full, on the spot, of the pride of showing it. "Come right up!"
Clement Yule, half seated on a table from which his long left leg nervously swung, only looked at her and smiled and smoked. "There's a party up."
She remembered afresh. "So we must be the party down? Well, you must give me a chance. That long gallery's the principal thing I came over for."
She was strangest of all when she explained. "Where in heaven's name did you come over from?"
"Missoura Top, where I'm building—just in this style. I came for plans and ideas," Mrs. Gracedew serenely pursued. "I felt I must look right at you."
