“It was a bad light. She lies at an inn in the town called ‘The Mischief.’”
“She lies well. Well, thank you, cousin.”
Her features relaxed in a wonderful way. One might have thought her suddenly convinced and at ease. With a sigh that seemed to dissipate all her scruples, she chassé’d a retreating step or two, and twirled, and dropped a little mocking curtsey to the gentleman.
“I must go now,” she said. “You have been very entertaining, Signor George, and—and there is no cure for blindness like——”
“Like what?”
“Like seeing, you know.”
His brows went up, perplexed. “Have I been so whimsical?”
“Infinitely, I assure you—the drollest, most diverting cousin—tra-la-la!”
“But sympathetic, I hope, Kate?”
“O, believe me, that isn’t the word for it—tra-la-la!”