I bowed. She put out her hand. I bent over it.
"Good-bye," I said.
"Good-bye, and—and thanks for—"
"For what, Girl Blue?"
"For not asking any questions."
I smiled and turned away. Then I kneeled down suddenly and kissed the face that looked up out of the picture, the face that would have meant nothing two hours before, the face that looked out into the clear breeze and over the open country, the face that—
"As this is quite a private view," said the original, speaking very slowly, "and as to-morrow you won't be able to—"
I didn't hear the rest of the sentence.
Before I had finished my second cigarette, Berry, Daphne, and Jill came round the bank of rhododendrons.
"Why, Boy," said Jill, "have you been here all the time?"