The Zeppelin's Passenger
"Of course, we're behaving shockingly, all three of us!" Philippa declared, as she sipped
her champagne and leaned back in her seat.
"You mean by coming to a place like this?" Lessingham queried, looking around the
crowded restaurant. "We are not, in that case, the only sinners."
"I didn't mean the mere fact of being here," Philippa explained, "but being here with
"I forgot," he said gloomily, "that I was such a black sheep."
"Don't be silly," she admonished. "You're nothing of the sort. But, of course, we are
skating on rather thin ice. If I had Henry to consider in any way, if he had any sort of a
career, perhaps I should be more careful. As it is, I think I feel a little reckless lately.
Dreymarsh has got upon my nerves. The things that I thought most of in life seem to have
"Ought I to be sorry?" he asked. "I am not."
"But why are you so unsympathetic?"
"Because I am waiting by your side to rebuild," he whispered.
A tall, bronzed young soldier with his arm in a sling, stopped before their table, and
Helen, after a moment's protest and a glance at Philippa, moved away with him to the
little space reserved for the dancers.
"What a chaperon I am!" Philippa sighed. "I scarcely know anything about the young
man except his name and that he was in Dick's regiment."
"I did not hear it," Lessingham observed, "but I feel deeply grateful to him. It is so
seldom that I have a chance to talk to you alone like this."
"It seems incredible that we have talked so long," Philippa said, glancing at the watch
upon her wrist. "I really feel now that I know all about you - your school days, your
college days, and your soldiering. You have been very frank, haven't you?"
"I have nothing to conceal - from you," he replied. "If there is anything more you want to
know - "
"There is nothing," she interrupted uneasily.
"Perhaps you are wise," he reflected, "and yet some day, you know, you will have to hear
it all, over and over again."
"I will not be made love to in a restaurant," she declared firmly.