She caught her white serge skirts around her and shrank nearer to her companion with a gurgle of dismayed laughter.
"Let me get in the middle. Uh, what a muddy swamp! Oh—my face!"
In fact, the water had splashed as the car struck the pool where a rain-swollen brook had overflowed the road. As Gerard turned to the girl, she lifted a face sprinkled with drops which she strove to remove with her handkerchief.
"Is it off?" she questioned. "Please look carefully. All off?"
He was obliged to scrutinize the handsome countenance offered for inspection at close range.
"A trifle of mud, still," he admitted.
"Where? Here?"
"No—more to the left. Beneath the eye—the other eye."
"This place?"
"Not quite."