He laughed.
"I can only say that it becomes your costume admirably."
Markham straightened, frowning.
"Allons, Yvonne," he muttered.
But Hermia only stood smiling and curtsied again.
"Merci, Monsieur. You pay a high tribute to the skill of my hands. I did the best I could—and as for the matter of that," pertly, "so did the bon Dieu."
He laughed gaily. Her ready tongue delighted him, but his face sobered as he glanced at Markham, who stood with narrowed gazed fixed on the road ahead of them.
"You pass through Verneuil, Mademoiselle?" the motorist went on. "Perhaps Monsieur your companion would not object if we carried you there."
"You are very kind, Monsieur, but riding in such state is not for me."
"Allons! You will be doing us the favor of your company."