"How perfectly sweet," she said and opened the luxurious box. Rising to her knees she lifted a chocolate in the little tongs and put it in Philip's mouth.
"Mille remerciments," he mumbled; "but don't do it again, please."
"Phil wants to be alone," said Edgar. "Can't you see that?" He held out his hand to Violet to rise. She ignored it, but rose with supple grace.
"Well," she said, "if little boys will come and chatter to me, I suppose I shall have to go. It's been so interesting, Mr. Sidney. That's going to be wonderful. I hope you'll let me watch you again sometime."
"You didn't really want to stay there, did you?" asked Edgar, when they had begun to climb out on the rocks at a point where there were no other gazers.
"Indeed I did, marplot," returned the girl, "but three's a crowd when one is painting."
"Oh, very well," said Edgar, stiffly; "I'll stay away the next time."
"That's right. Do," returned Violet. "Have a chocolate? These are delicious."
"No, I thank you." Edgar gave a dark glance at his companion. He did not like her mood.