“Certainly! The only ones we have,” David answered, impatiently. Gabrielle bent suddenly down over the dog, but when she and David were strolling away through the perfumed warmth and the sweet young green of the garden, she asked, with her old wide-eyed, delighted smile:
“John and Etta don’t approve of Mr. Rucker’s plans?”
But David’s heart was too sick for laughter.
“You really may be following Sylvia’s example one of these days, Gabrielle?”
Instantly the clear warm skin was flooded with colour and an oddly troubled look came into her beautiful eyes.
“Well, I suppose so——”
David spoke smilingly, but with rather a dry mouth.
“You got over—you forgot—the man of whom you told me more than two years ago?”
“No,” she answered, briefly.
“You mean that you have seen him again?”