Then there was a pause, and the twain looked down upon Bruges, with its venerable streets, its grass-grown squares, its waterways, and its innumerable monuments, spread out maplike beneath them in the mellow October sunshine. Citizens passed along the thoroughfare in the semblance of tiny dwarfs.
“If you didn’t hate him,” said Eve, “you wouldn’t behave as you do.”
“How do I behave, then?”
Eve schooled her voice to an imitation of jocularity—
“All Tuesday evening, and all day yesterday, you couldn’t leave them alone. You know you couldn’t.”
Five minutes later the conversation had shifted.
“You actually saw the bracelet fall into the canal?” said Cecil.
“I actually saw the bracelet fall into the canal. And no one could have got it out while Kitty and I were away, because we weren’t away half a minute.”
But they could not dismiss the subject of the Count, and presently he was again the topic.
“Naturally it would be a good match for the Count—for any man,” said Eve; “but then it would also be a good match for Kitty. Of course, he is not so rich as some people, but he is rich.”