“Have you no longing for the House Opposite?” I asked.
Mrs. Hilary looked at me. Her eyes ceased to be absolutely blank. She
put her arm through Hilary’s and answered gently--
“I don’t want the House Opposite.”
“Ah,” said I, giving my hat a brush, “but maybe you remember the
House--when it was Opposite?”
Mrs. Hilary, one arm still in Hilary’s, gave me her hand. She blushed
and smiled.
“Well,” said she, “it was your fault; so I won’t scold Phyllis.”
“No, don’t my dear,” said Hilary, with a laugh.
As for me, I went downstairs, and, in absence of mind, bade my cabman
drive to the House Opposite. But I have never got there.