"No."
"Stupid—dull—impossible?"
"No, no, no."
"I thank my stars," says Dicky Browne, devoutly.
"Can't you describe her?" asks Roger, impatiently staring up from the sward beneath at Dulce's charming, wicked little face.
"She has two eyes, and a very remarkable nose," says Miss Blount, with a nod.
"Celestial or Roman?" demands Roger, lazily. By this time he and Dicky are mounting the stone steps of the balcony, and discovery is imminent.
"I think it is a little unfair," murmurs Portia, in a low whisper, who is, however, consumed with laughter.
At this moment they reach the balcony, and Dulce says, blandly, àpropos of Roger's last remark, "Perhaps if you ask her that question, as she is here, she will answer you herself!"
She waves her hand towards Portia. Portia rises and comes a step forward, all her soft draperies making a soft frou-frou upon the stone flooring; and then there is a good deal of consternation! and a tableau generally.