Look, the Winslow girls have just come. They're heavenly dancers."
Captain Stevens went, after a curious glance at Chip. Who was the fellow in the antiquated evening clothes, who was so quiet at dinner? A "oner" with the ladies, at any rate.
Judy turned once more to Chip.
"I've been perfectly beastly," she said. "But I feel better for it. And if I've destroyed a lot of your illusions, I'm sorry, but at least you know more of Judy Pendleton than you did."
"What you have told me," he said slowly, "has made me feel very sad, for your sake. I was so sure you were happy. But for my own sake . . . I don't know . . . I think it has made you seem less terribly remote. I felt before that we were in different hemispheres. Now . . . well, we at least inhabit the same imperfect planet. And it's a wonderful thing for me to know any one like you. To-night has been . . ."
"I'm so glad if you haven't minded it. I was afraid you'd hate it, or at least be bored."
"Bored?" He smiled.
"I suppose I must have made friends when I was young," he went on. "I remember imagining myself in love once or twice, and I was exactly like any other young man, no doubt. Then I went out to South Africa, and after the war I
