"ME VOILÀ, IF YOU WANT ME"
"It could not have been that you were glad to see me here? Yet, one would almost have thought—"
She broke into a light laugh.
"It is so easy to think wrong," she said.
I had sat down again, hoping that she would do the same; but she remained standing a few yards away from me, her shoulder against the grey old wall of the porch. She was looking out into the shadow of the trees, and to be near her was a greater happiness than I can tell.
"Do you find it easy to think wrong, Mademoiselle?"
"Yes," she answered, gently.
"And I also."
We remained silent for a few minutes, and the chatter of the frogs in the moat sounded pleasant and peaceful.
"What have you thought that was wrong?" asked Lucille at length.