Jack had not tried it, and did n't know what he might be likely to say to it. He could only stammer, "Oh, it's better than—better than—" he was going to add elderberry, or cowslip, but caught himself up in time—"better than ale."
"Ah!—Now, will you wait a moment under the tree?"
"I'll wait hours, anywhere!"
Marjolaine caught sight of a figure moving about in Number Three. She came on tip-toe to Jack. You see, by this time there was quite a conspiracy between them.
"No! Better!" she whispered. "Go into the Gazebo."
Jack could only stare at her. "Into the what?"
She ran across to the summer-house, Jack following her.
"Here," she cried, "in the summer-house. And keep quite still."
For a moment a horrible suspicion crossed Jack's mind. "I say! You will come back? You 're not going to leave me here to perish of thirst?"
"That would be a good joke!" she laughed.