The room is roughly painted and Nedda wears some cheap finery, but the people applaud and think it beautiful.
To the eyes and ears of Nedda that evening at dinner, all was new indeed, and all wonderful.
And in Nedda was so much of that night's unutterable youth—no wonder she was silent!
Nedda looked up at him; and he was touched by that look, so straight and young.
A bee knows the first summer day and clings intoxicated to its flowers; so did Nedda know and cling.
She was looking at it somewhat severely, when she heard Nedda's knock.
And what were they thinking—Nedda and that haunted boy—so motionless?
If darling Nedda were there it would occupy his mind and help to make him careful.
It was so important, she thought, that darling Nedda should see more of dear Derek.
It made his love for Nedda more actual, less of an idealization.