CHAPTERX。
ITISTHEPRICEOFBLOOD。
Phyllishadagooddealtothinkofaftershehadsatforhalfanhourwithherfatherintheroomwheretheyworkedtogetherforthediscomfitureoftheoppositeparty，andhadgivenhimsomeaccountoftherepresentationoftheplayattheParthenon。Herfatherwasdelightedtofindherinhighspirits。Somanypeoplecomebackfromthetheaterlookingglumandwornout，yawningandmumblingwhenaskedwhattheyhaveseenandwhatithadallbeenabout。Phylliswasnotglum，nordidshemumble。Shewasabletodescribesceneafterscene，andmorethanonceshesprangfromherseat，carriedawaybyherownpowersofdescription，andbegantoactthebitsthathadimpressedher——bitstheforceofwhichcouldonlybeunderstoodwhendescribedwithgesturesandprettyposturing。
Herfatherthoughthehadneverseenanythingsoprettyinhislife。
Whatagirlshewas，tobesure，tohavesoeasilyrecoveredfromtheeffectsofthatterribleordealthroughwhichshehadpassed——havingtodismissatamoment\'snoticethemanwhomshehadpromisedtomarry！Hehadcertainlyneverseenanythingsofascinatingasherprettyposturing，withtheelectriclightsgleamingoverherwhiteneckwithitsgraciouscurves，andherfirmwhitearmsfromwhichhergloveshadbeenstripped。