Daffodil watched them with interest. M. de Ronville had played it with an elderly friend.
"You have seen it before?" Andsdell asked, raising his eyes and meeting the interested ones.
"Oh, yes; in Philadelphia. I spent a few months there."
Her voice had a charm. She seemed indeed not an ordinary girl.
"I have been there part of the last year. I was much interested."
He kept a wary eye on the young fellow's moves.
Once he said—"No, don't do that; think."
The other thought to some purpose and smiled.
"You are improving."
A flush of pleasure lighted the boyish face.