"It will probably touch on Mervo. I'll go and fetch it."     

       As he crossed the terrace, Elsa turned quickly to Betty.     

       "Well?" she said.     

       Betty smiled at her.     

       "He's a dear. Are you very happy, Elsa?"     

       Elsa's eyes danced. She drew in her breath softly. Betty looked at her in silence for a moment. The wistful expression was back on her face.     

       "Elsa," she said, suddenly. "What is it like? How does it feel, knowing that there's someone who is fonder of you than anything—?"     

       Elsa closed her eyes.     

       "It's like eating berries and cream in a new dress by moonlight on a summer night while somebody plays the violin far away in the distance so that you can just hear it," she said.     

       Her eyes opened again.     

       "And it's like coming along on a winter evening and seeing the windows lit up and knowing you've reached home."     

       Betty was clenching her hands, and breathing quickly.     

       "And it's like—"     

       "Elsa, don't! I can't bear it!"     

       "Betty! What's the matter?"     

       Betty smiled again, but painfully.     

       "It's stupid of me. I'm just jealous, that's all. I haven't got a Marvin, you see. You have."     

       "Well, there are plenty who would like to be your Marvin."     

       Betty's face grew cold.     

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