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Gita had an old habit of reviewing the day as she prepared herself for the night. She and Elsie parted at nine o'clock, for both rose early, and as Gita kicked off her slippers that evening she recalled her conversation with Eustace on the Boardwalk.
She had been by no means as obtuse as she had appeared, for love and marriage were subjects never broached by him before and her keen ear had detected a personal vibration in his even mellow voice. But he had talked lightly or brilliantly on strictly impersonal topics during the rest of the morning, they had lunched at the Pleydens', and played tennis all afternoon; she had not given that conversation another thought until she was alone in her room.