“Oh, Gerald!” she murmured, indicating that speech was inadequate. And she just furtively touched his hand with hers.
The ennui due to her critical disquisition on the shortcomings of Parisian costume cleared away from Gerald’s face.
“What do you suppose those people there are talking about?” he said with a jerk of the head towards a chattering group of three gorgeous lorettes and two middle-aged men at the next table but one.
“What are they talking about?”
“They’re talking about the execution of the murderer Rivain that takes place at Auxerre the day after to-morrow. They’re arranging to make up a party and go and see it.”
“Oh, what a horrid idea!” said Sophia.
“Guillotine, you know!” said Gerald.
“But can people see it?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, I think it’s horrible.”