without looking round, that every one at the table was listening to the voice saying:
- I wonder if it seems to you, Luriana, Lurilee
with the same sort of relief and pleasure that she had, as if this were, at last, the natural thing to say, this were their own voice speaking.
But the voice had stopped. She looked round. She made herself get up. Augustus Carmichael had risen and, holding his table napkin so that it looked like a long white robe he stood chanting:
- To see the Kings go riding by
- Over lawn and daisy lea
- With their palm leaves and cedar
- Luriana, Lurilee,
and as she passed him, he turned slightly towards her repeating the last words:
Luriana, Lurilee
and bowed to her as if he did her homage. Without knowing why, she felt that he liked her better than he ever had done before; and with a feeling of relief and gratitude she returned his bow and passed through the door which he held open for her.
It was necessary now to carry everything a step further. With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was
