Chapter 57

Suddenly, as he marched up and down the terrace, with the beat in his ears of the orchestra music in the big dancing spaces inside, he told himself violently that it was all no use. The matter with him was that he was longing hungrily for Ross--for everything _about_ Ross. Having known such hours of companionship as her brilliant maturity of mind and person could give him, how was it possible for even his very dear young Susan to take her place? Susan was like water after wine, indeed; she was like walking after fl…