“The pleasantest—as yet. Eh, Monsieur?” with a charming smile.
“As yet, Madame,” bowing gravely over her hand which he had taken in his.
“Then will you come to me again, when you return and tell me all about it?” with a faint pressure of her fingers in his.
“May I, Madame? Ah, that will be a privilege indeed!” and stooping he kissed her hand.
A moment later they had joined the others.
CHAPTER XII
“Those Dale girls are certainly remarkable!”
“I have always maintained that, Mary.”
“Remarkably surprising, I mean,” corrected Miss Ware, fingering the coffee-cups noisily in rather an irritating manner as it seemed to her brother, who was running over his voluminous morning mail.
“What have they done now?” he asked looking up at her over his glasses.