“I knew it would come.”
Then they laughed together, and René clapped his hand on her knee and told her she was a wonderful darling.
Linda observed then that they had begun to attract attention, and she rose and walked quickly away. He followed her slowly, thrilling to the present, seeing nothing in the world but her brave little figure in muslin with the tip-tilted hat. Her hair was golden in the sun, and her neck was white and the lines of her shoulders were lovely. René touched her lightly as he came up with her.
“We’re going to be married,” he said.
“Yes.”
“Isn’t it fun?”
Her answer struck him as amusing and he laughed. She asked:
“Is Elsie better in her own house?”
“Oh, she’s a good sort, really, and George—that’s my brother—George couldn’t have done better.”