“It could not be more so, I assure you.”
She glanced at the two places. “Isn't my uncle coming?” she demanded.
I was prepared for this little formality, which, it seemed, spiced the adventure for her.
“At the last moment he was indisposed,” I explained, gravely; “but he will join us for dessert.” The impossibility of gainsaying this, and the attractiveness of the present circumstances—such as they were without an uncle—quickly induced her to accept this untoward accident with resignation, and in a few minutes we were as merry a party of two as you could wish to find. Our jests began to have a more and more friendly sound.
“You do not care for this entrée?” I asked.
“It is rather hot for my taste.”
“Not so warm as my heart at this moment,” I declared.
“What nonsense you talk!” she cried. “It has some meaning in French, though, I suppose.”
Yet she laughed delightfully.
“Much meaning,” I assured her.