“No, I’m only badly torn.”
“Do you want a pin?”
“Yes; have you one?”
“Malheureusement que non.”
“I think that I can hold it up,” she said bravely.
“It is unpardonable—a such man!”
He turned to scowl again at the offender. They were now in the Promenade.
“He couldn’t see in the dark, I suppose,” she murmured.
“But why was he come so near? If it was I who had torn from being too near, that would be quite different.”
“If you don’t take care it will be exactly the same thing.”