“What does she say?” asked Jane, as George du Telle rose to his feet. “Tell me, and ask her to excuse me for not getting up, for when I get up, I’ll have to be pulled up.”
“She is bidding you welcome and at the same time apologizing for the fact of her own miserable existence.”
“I accept the apology,” said Jane, as Campanula, her devotions over, sank down before the tea-service, and prepared to act as hostess. “Freely and frankly, Dick, I must congratulate you on your taste—she is lovely.”
Campanula looked up with a faint, apologetic smile.
“I speak English,” she said.
CHAPTER XIII
THE MONASTERY GARDEN
Jane gazed over Nagasaki, the blue water, the green hills, to the blue beyond, and sighed. They were standing near the gate; tea was over, and they were waiting for Campanula, who had gone into the house to make some alteration in her dress before accompanying them “down town.”