"My shoe and my stocking," she murmured in a weak, trembling voice. "I left them beside the pool."
Ronnay de Maurel literally gave a gasp of horror. A calamity such as this seemed to him to be beyond the confines of possibility.
"Beside the pool!" he exclaimed aghast. "Impossible!"
"How impossible?" she retorted impatiently. "I haven't my shoe and stocking on, have I?"
He took a peep at the bare, rosy toes, which vied in delicacy with the apple-blossom overhead.
"You certainly have not!" he replied.
"Well? And have you got them in your pocket, mon cousin?"
Sighing with regret, he vowed that he had not.
"Then I must have left them by the pool," she concluded.