“What did you do?”

“I motored in the Park.  I lunched at Woodmanston with a perfectly good young man.  I enjoyed it.”

“Who was the man?”

“Sam.”

“Oh,” said Neville, laughing.

“You make me perfectly furious by laughing,” she exclaimed.  “I wish I could tell you that I’d been to Niagara Falls with Jose Querida!”

“I wouldn’t believe it, anyway.”

“I wouldn’t believe it myself, even if I had done it,” she said, naively.  There was a pause; then: 

“I’m going to retire.  Good night.”

“Good night, Valerie.”

“Louis!”

“What?”

“You say the golden-cloud machinery isn’t working?”

“It seems to have slipped a cog.”

“Oh!  I thought you might have mended it and that—­perhaps—­I had better not leave my window open.”

“That cloud is warranted to float through solid masonry.”

“You alarm me, Kelly.”

“I’m sorry, but the gods never announce their visits.”

“I know it....  And I suppose I must sleep in a dinner gown.  When one receives a god it’s a full-dress affair, isn’t it?”

He laughed, not mistaking her innocent audacity.

“Unexpected Olympians must take their chances,” he said. “...  Are you sleepy?”

“Fearfully.”

“Then I won’t keep you—­”

“But I hope you won’t be rude enough to dismiss me before I have a chance to give you your conge!”

“You blessed child.  I could stay here all night listening to you—­”

“Could you?  That’s a temptation.”

“To you, Valerie?”

“Yes—­a temptation to make a splendid exit.  Every girl adores being regretted.  So I’ll hang up the receiver, I think....  Good night, Kelly, dear....  Good night, Louis. A demain!—­non—­pardon! a bien tot!—­parceque il est deux heures de matin!  Et—­vous m’avez rendu bien heureuse.”

CHAPTER V

Toward the last of June Neville left town to spend a month with his father and mother at their summer Lome near Portsmouth.  Valerie had already gone to the mountains with Rita Tevis, gaily refusing her address to everybody.  And, packing their steamer trunks and satchels, the two young girls departed triumphantly for the unindicated but modest boarding-house tucked away somewhere amid the hills of Delaware County, determined to enjoy every minute of a vacation well earned, and a surcease from the round of urban and suburban gaiety which the advent of July made a labour instead of a relaxation.

From some caprice or other Valerie had decided that her whereabouts should remain unknown even to Neville.  And for a week it suited her perfectly.  She swam in the stump-pond with Rita, drove a buckboard with Rita, fished industriously with Rita, played tennis on a rutty court, danced rural dances at a “platform,” went to church and giggled like a schoolgirl, and rocked madly on the veranda in a rickety rocking-chair, demurely tolerant of the adoration of two boys working their way through, college, a smartly dressed and very confident drummer doing his two weeks, and several assorted and ardent young men who, at odd moments, had persuaded her to straw rides and soda at the village druggists.