THE GAY COCKADE
seemed too good for the wife of his old friend Dunbar.
"Life for you and Ridgeley," he told her, "should be something more than work or play—it should be infinite adventure."
"Yes. But Ridgeley hasn't time for adventure."
"Oh, he thinks he hasn't"
As Christopher talked after that, Anne was not sure that he was in earnest. He complained that romance had fallen into disrepute. "With all the modern stories—you know the formula—an ounce of sordidness, a flavor of sensationalism, a dash of sex" One had to look back for the real thing—Aucassin and Nicolette, and all the rest. "That's why I haven't married."
"Well, I have often wondered."
"If I loved a woman, I should want to make her life all glow and color—and mine—with her"
Anne's eyes were shining. What a big pleasant boy he was. He seemed so young. He had a way of running his fingers up through his hair. She was aware of the gesture in the dark. Yes, she liked him. And she felt suddenly gay and light-hearted, as she had felt in the days when she first met Ridgeley.
They talked until the stars shone in the tips of the birch trees. Ridgeley did not come, and when they went back to the house, they found that he had
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