"My name is Madeleine, but papa and every one call me
Madelon."
"Madeleine what?"
"Madeleine Linders."
"Linders!" cried Horace, suddenly enlightened; "what, is M. Linders—" the famous gambler he had nearly said, but checked himself—"is that tall gentleman with a beard, whom I saw in the salon just now, your papa?"
"Yes, that is my papa. Please may I have that now?"
He put the little flexible toy into her hand, and she stood gazing at it for a moment, almost afraid to touch it, and then pushing it gently backwards and forwards with one finger.
"It does move!" she cried delighted. "I never saw one like it before."
"Would you like to keep it?" asked Graham.
"Always, do you mean?—for my very own?"
"Yes, always."