like to drift in the dim green light forever, with no more restlessness?"
He continued to breathe hard through his nose.
"Wouldn't you, Louis?"
"I haven't been listening to you. How can I hear you when I'm looking at you?"
Oh, my poor dear, you mustn't love me so, she thought. She put one cool finger tip against his lips.
"Ironical, our meeting on your wedding trip, isn't it?" he asked. And although he had recovered his usual tone of light bitterness, she felt his love pouring over her. It made her love Curtis, who at that moment joined them, made her greet him radiantly, tenderly, putting her hand through his arm, her eyes on Louis.
All through dinner Christabel's voice had come to Curtis from far away, her eyes had been a wounded deer's, and afterward she had disappeared. He had been looking for her all evening. Somehow he must make up to her
