Such of the landscape as I was bearing was thereupon bestowed in the boot, I followed my cousin into the car, and a few minutes later we were at the mouth of the Adour. Here we left Ping beside Pong, and proceeded to join three figures on the horizon, apparently absorbed in the temper of a fretful sea.
As we tramped heavily over the shingle—
"You're not cross with me, Adèle?"
"Why should I be, darling?"
"Well, you see," panted Jill, "I've known him so long, and he's still so exactly the same, that I can't always remember——"
"That he's not your property?" said my wife. "But he is, and always will be."
Jill looked at her gravely.
"But he's yours," she said.
Adèle laughed lightly.
"Subjects marry, of course," she said, smiling, "but they've only one queen."