They walked a little way now, and when the others were out of sight Margaret sat down on one of the many boulders that strewed the park.  Her companion stood before her, and while he lit a cigarette she surveyed him deliberately from head to foot.  Her fresh lips twitched as they did when she was near laughing, and she looked up and met his eyes.

‘What in the world has happened to you since yesterday?’ she asked in a tone of lazy amusement.  ‘You look almost like a human being!’

‘Do I?’ he asked, between two small puffs of smoke, and he laughed a little.

‘Yes.  Are you in mourning for your lost illusions?’

’No.  I’m trying “to create and foster agreeable illusions” in you.  That’s the object of all art, you know.’

‘Oh!  It’s for me, then?  Really?’

‘Yes.  Everything is.  I thought I had explained that the other night!’ His tone was perfectly unconcerned, and he smiled carelessly as he spoke.

‘I wonder what would happen if I took you at your word,’ said Margaret, more thoughtfully than she had spoken yet.

‘I don’t know.  You might not regret it.  You might even be happy!’

There was a little silence, and Margaret looked down.

‘I’m not exactly miserable as it is,’ she said at last.  ‘Are you?’

‘Oh no!’ answered Logotheti.  ‘I should bore you if I were!’

‘Awfully!’ She laughed rather abruptly.  ’Should you want me to leave the stage?’ she asked after a moment.

’You forget that I like the Cordova just as much as I like Margaret Donne.’

‘Are you quite sure?’

‘Absolutely!’

‘Let’s try it!’