"Where is Tommy?" she asked miserably.
"Watching the Bridge. Why are you unhappy?" His dark eyes were bent imploringly on hers. "I—I can't bear to see you suffer."
"Oh, mon Dieu, je ne souffre pas! That is saying far too much. I——"
"Was it Pontefract?"
"No, oh, no. Ponty and I are very good friends," she returned absently. And then she remembered. She was going to marry Ponty!
"Let's walk to the sun-dial and see what time it is by the moon," she suggested abruptly.
But at the sun-dial he insisted further, always gentle and apologetic, but always bent on having an answer to his question.
"You are not going to marry him?" he asked.
"Who told you I was?"
"No one."