"Oh," she said, with her cheek against his rough coat, "are you proud
of me because of my green ducks and my pink pussy cats?"
But she knew it was more than that, although he laughed, and she
laughed with him, as if his pride in her was a thing which they took
lightly. But they both walked a little faster to keep pace with their
quickened blood.
Thus their walk became a sort of triumphant progress. They passed the
British Embassy with the Lion and the Unicorn watching over it in the
night; they rounded the Circle and came suddenly upon a line of motor
cars.
"The Secretary is dining a rather important commission," the Doctor
said; "it was in the paper. They are to have a war feast--three
courses, no wine, and limited meats and sweets."
They stopped for a moment as the guests descended from their cars and
swept across the sidewalk. The lantern which swung low from the arched
entrance showed a spot of rosy color--the velvet wrap of a girl whose
knot of dark curls shone above the ermine collar. A Spanish comb,
encrusted with diamonds, was stuck at right angles to the knot.
Beside the young woman in the rosy wrap walked a young man in a fur
coat who topped her by a head.
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