they had made a clean division into two camps and never even went to the same houses."
"It's true. At least the few people that stood by Jack Mary has cut," said Teresa. "It's the queerest thing I've ever known."
To keep her eyes away from that reflection in the mirror, invisible to Basil, she looked over the room, where light veils of smoke were beginning to rise in the warm air. The orchestra was playing a Hungarian medley of wild slides and shuddering thrills. The waiter lifted the bottle of champagne from its ice-bath, looked at it suggestively and filled their glasses.
"We'll have another, shall we?" said Basil.
"No, we won't. The place is beginning to look hazy now."
"Oh, nonsense, you've only had two glasses."
"And a cocktail. It's quite, quite enough. Even for an anniversary. I wonder what the Jacks are celebrating! Their unwedding?"
"Never mind them, let them celebrate whatever they like. They interrupted something very interesting that you were saying."
"What was it, child?"
"Why, that you are different. I can't see it. You're the same cool little person that you were when I made you marry me!"
"No, I'm not. I'm in love with you now."
He threw back his head and laughed, and there was a note of pain in his laughter. He
