‘Looks a little like rain, however,’ he added, anxiously fixing his eye on a small cloud on the horizon.
Marcia studied the sky a moment with an heroic effort at seriousness, and then she began to laugh.
‘I suppose we might as well make the best of it,’ she remarked.
‘Philosophy is the wisest way,’ he agreed.
‘Have you seen Gervasio?’
‘I have not yet paid my respects to him. He is well, I trust?’
‘He is simply a walking appetite!’
‘I thought he showed a tendency that way. Mrs. Copley says that you have been suffering persecution for his sake.’
‘Did she tell you about his stepfather? That’s my story; she ought to have left it for me. I can tell it much more dramatically. It was quite an adventure, wasn’t it?’
‘It was. And you got off easily. It might have turned out to be more of an adventure than you would have cared for.’