“I always do.”
“So,” he cried triumphantly, “you see I say the truth when I say that we are very sympathique!”
Rosina looked up at him and her eyes danced; he returned the look with a responsive glow in his own big pupils.
“I am so glad we meet,” he exclaimed impulsively.
She stepped out of the lift and turned to dismiss him.
“And you?” he asked, bowing above her hand.
“I’m glad too,” she said, and her tone was most sincere.
Chapter Three
LATE in the afternoon of the same day Ottillie, coming in to wake her mistress from a nap which the morning’s long walk had resulted in stretching to a most unusual duration, brought with her a great bunch of those luxuriantly double violets which brim over with perfume and beauty. There was also a note, very short, and couched in a flawless French.