"Well," said Graham.
"Monsieur, I would like to see the little green fish. May I look at it?"
"To be sure," he answered. "Come here, and I will show it to you."
"And, Monsieur, I do like breloques very much," continues
Madelon, feeling that this is a moment for confession.
"Very well, then, you can look at all these. See, here is the little fish to begin with."
"And may I have it in my own hand to look at?" she asked, willing to come to some terms before capitulating.
"Yes, you shall have it to hold in your own hand, if you will come here."
She came close to him then, unclasping her hands, and holding a tiny palm to receive the little trinket.
Horace was engaged in unfastening it from the rest of the bunch, and whilst doing so he said,
"Will you not tell me your name? Madelon, is it not?"