This intelligence made Quita change her mind. She was intensely anxious to have the assurance of her own complete safety, and she could be cunning enough where her inclinations were concerned.
‘Have you done—what I asked you?’ she gasped.
‘I have made everything right, but I cannot explain the matter to you in a moment, nor where there is any fear of our being overheard.’
‘Wait for me in the oleander thicket, then,’ cried Maraquita. ‘I will be there in five minutes.’
Henri de Courcelles nodded acquiescence, and disappeared as old Jessica came up to her young mistress.
‘Missus Courtney send me to ask if my missy like to have someting to eat and drink now; and will missy come back to de house, or will she have it brought out here under de trees?’ asked the negress.
‘Neither, Jessica. Tell mamma I am not hungry or thirsty, only very sleepy, and I want to be left alone for an hour or two. I can call you when I wake.’
‘If missy sleepy, better come and sleep in house,’ urged Jessica. ‘So many flies and ’skeeters about here.’
‘I wish you would let me do as I like, Jessica,’ said Quita, ‘and keep your suggestions to yourself.’
‘I’se very sorry, missy. I won’t say any more, only stop here and keep off de flies and tings from your face.’