And Clarissa had leant forward, taken his hand, drawn him to her, kissed him, -- actually had felt his face on hers before she could down the brandishing of silver flashing-plumes like pampas grass in a tropic gale in her breast, which, subsiding, left her holding his hand, patting his knee and, feeling as she sat back extraordinarily at her ease with him and light-hearted, all in a clap it came over her, If I had married him, this gaiety would have been mine all day!!