Toby abruptly bent her head and muttered something into the picnic-basket.
"What?" said Saltash.
She pulled out a parcel of cakes and tossed them on to the ground.
"Nothing!" she said.
He leaned forward unexpectedly as she foraged for more, and gripped the small brown hand.
"Tell me what you said!" he commanded.
She flung him a look half-frightened, half-daring. "I said there was only one cup."
She would have released her hand with the words, but his fingers tightened like a spring. "Pardonnez-moi! That was not what you said!"
She became passive in his hold, but she said nothing.
"Tell me what you said!" Saltash said again.
A little tremor went through Toby. "Can we do—with only one cup?" she asked, not looking at him, her eyelids flickering nervously.