"You have managed to hide it well," said her companion.
"The friend who brought me to you told me it would never do to meet you all, dressed in my armour," said Iddo.
"You were afraid of being laughed at I suppose?"
The tone of voice, full of scorn as it was, brought the colour into Iddo's face.
"I always meant to show it before I left you," she murmured. Aimee looked at Iddo with an expression that the girl did not quite understand.
"What are you thinking of?" she asked.
"I was thinking how much more I respected the pilgrims who are not ashamed of their King and their Country," said Aimee.
"Oh!" said Iddo, "I am afraid you despise me, I could not bear to think that."
"Well, my dear, don't think of it! See, the game is beginning again. Notwithstanding your lack of courage, there is something about you that I like; come, they are looking for you."
And in the pleasure of joining in the game, Iddo forgot for a time the disagreeable sensation that the look of scorn she had caught on Aimee's face, had produced in her.