I laughed, and put the little purse into my pocket.
"Tell me," I said; "where were you when you were coming out of your chrysalis? When you were changing—all these three months?"
"I—I was at Tours. The Baron von Lichtenberg received three months' foreign leave, and went to Tours. Oh, the complications! And the dressmakers! I did not even know at first how to wear these things. Do they fit me?"
"Do they fit you!"
I rose, and we crossed the drawbridge. As she passed over it, she paused and gazed at the water.
"How cool it looks! How dark and deep! Do you remember the pool at Lichtenberg?"
"And how I pushed you in. Do you remember the little drum?"
"And the child with the golden hair—Eloise. She called you Toto. I have always called you Toto since, M. Patrick Mahon."
"Call me it still," I said. "I love anything that reminds me of my past—of our past. Come, let us go into the woods, as we went that day."
She laughed at the recollection of the little Pomeranian grenadier.