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and Sandow's exercises.... I was at Oxford with him, you know," Frank added explanatorily. "I see, it's an old affection. Anybody else I'm not to speak to?" "Nonsense, Sylvia; I want you to be charming to every one, of course. I believe in that sort of thing. It's the right atmosphere for a party. Don't think about _me_." "How can I help it?" Her grey eyes were reproachful. Woodville looked into them, then abruptly looked away. "What are you going to wear, Sylvia?" "My white satin, I think. Do you like it? Or don't you?" "No; it makes you look too much like a Gainsborough--or no, more like a Sargent--which is worse. I mean worse for me, of course." "Oh, dear! why am I always _like_ something? Well, what am I to wear, Frank? I've just ordered a sort of fluffy grey chiffon--like a cloud." "Wear that. You're always in the clouds, and I'm always looking up at them.... I hope it has a silver lining?" "Perhaps it has. I don't know yet, it hasn't come home. Felicity's going to wear a sort of Watteau-ish dress, pink and white and blue, you know. Of course, she won't wear any jewels--she never will. You see, Chetwode has such a lot of old ones in his family. She says she's afraid, if she did, the _Perfect Lady_ or _Home Chirps_ might say 'Lady Chetwode as usual appeared in the "Chetwode emeralds"'--or something idiotic of that sort." "How like her! Then just wear your string of pearls." "Mayn't I wear the little turquoise heart that you--didn't give me, the one I bought in the Brompton Road and gave it to myself from you, so that I could honestly say you hadn't?" "Better not, Sylvia. It looks as if it came out of a cracker. And we don't need any symbols and things, do we?" "Very well.... I'm afraid, Frank ... I shall have to go now." Woodville looked hurt. "What? Already! Then why did you waste the precious minutes alone in making epigrams about F. G. Rivers? He's such a good fellow too, I always got on with him at Oxford." "Did I make epigrams? How funny! I didn't know I could." She came a little nearer. Woodville said in a low voice, rather quickly-- "You looked really divine just now through the window, with the hyacinths in your hands--like the goddess of something or other--spring, I suppose.... When I look at you, I understand all the old poetry. _To Amaryllis_ and Herrick--and--you know." "Dear Frank!... Am I to find an address?" "You can't, dearest. There is no address. B
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