The Holladay Case Part 33

The Holladay Case Part 33

"No?"


The spirit of Paris--or perhaps the June sunshine--was in my veins, running riot, clamorous, not to be repressed.


"Certainly not. There might be another, for instance, with you and me as the princ.i.p.als."


I dared not look at her; I could only stare ahead of me down at the water.


She made no sign; the moments pa.s.sed.



"Might be," I said desperately. "But theres a wide abyss between the possible and the actual."


Still no sign; I had offended her--I might have known!


But I mustered courage to steal a sidelong glance at her.


She was smiling down at the water, and her eyes were very bright.


"Not always," she whispered. "Not always."