"Yes, darling," Anna replied, "you have been very silent for the last minute or two, and then suddenly you said: 'The gipsy, the gipsy,' twice, like that. It sounded so funny."
"I thought," Elza put in, "that perhaps you were afraid that dirty old gipsy had heard what we said. But gipsies in Hungary don't speak English, you know. For one thing they never go to school."
Elza appeared quite light-hearted now.
"I knew," she said, "that you would approve of my plan."
She said this, but Rosemary herself was quite unconscious that she had spoken. She had dreamed and dreamed, and seen a motor-car speeding along the dusty road. But through it all, she had approved, approved of the plan. It was so feasible, and so simple. She only wondered why Peter disapproved.
"What does Peter Blakeney say to all that?" she asked presently.
"Peter?" Elza asked wide-eyed.
"Yes. You told him about your plan, didn't you?"
"No! No!" Elza asserted firmly. "We have told no one but you. Peter is going away. Why should we tell Peter?"
"I thought——" Rosemary murmured.