Me--Zoe. Lilly--it's happened ... and you--did
it. Lilly, kiss me."
"You darling. You're like a queen. All the little lives that go into the
making of your cloth of gold, yet each proud to be ever so humble a
party to it!"
"Lilly, you're sad! On _my_ day you're sad."
"Glad! You're the meaning of everything. The road had to lead somewhere.
Everything is so clear now. You're the lovely meaning, Zoe, behind all
the circumstances that went to weave you."
Only half plumbed, Zoe sprang from her mood, flashing with all the
amazing coquetry that was so new to Lilly, around toward Bruce.
"Well--what?"
"On the very day I've found you I've lost you."
"To whom?"
"Fame."
"Nonsense!" she cried. "Don't forget the awakening of spring." And
buried her face against her mother because she had been outrageous.
Persiflage rose.
"Skylark, when I become more coherent I'll tell you how wonderful you
are."
"Zoe dear, hadn't we better drive home?"
"Lark. Lark. I cannot go home now, Lilly. Let's have a lark!"
Suddenly Bruce caught her by the dancing hands.
"Let's celebrate."
"Let's!"
"We'll dine at Sherry's, dance at the Bilt--"
"Lovely! Lovely! I've never been to either!"
"No, no, Zoe.
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