She walked as if she were accustomed to
walking. Mrs. Carnarvon had that slight hesitation, almost stumble, which
indicates the woman who usually drives and never walks if she can avoid it.
As they paused at the crowded crossing of Forty-second Street he joined
them. When Mrs. Carnarvon found that he was "just out for the air" she left
them, to go home--in Forty-seventh Street, a few doors east of the Avenue.
"Come back to tea with her," she said as she nodded to Howard.
"We have at least an hour." Howard was looking at Miss Trevor with his
happiness dancing in his eyes. "Why shouldn't we go to the Park?"
"I believe it's not customary," objected Miss Trevor in a tone that made
the walk in the Park a certainty.
"I'm glad to hear that. I don't care to do customary things as a rule."
"I see that you don't."
"Do you say so because I show what I am thinking so plainly that you can't
help seeing it--and don't in the least mind?"
"Why shouldn't you be glad to be alive and to be seeing me this fine winter
day?"
"Why indeed!" Howard looked at her from head to foot and then into her
eyes.
"We are not in the Park yet." Miss Trevor accompanied her hint with a laugh
and added: "I feel reckless to-day."
"You mean you forget that there is any to-morrow.
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