"That's it!" cried Jack. "And now I'll be off." He took both her hands in his. "Good-bye. Oh, but it's good to be alive! It's good to be young! The river is good that brought me here! The sun is good that made me thirsty!"
"And the claret was good?"
"The claret—! Nectar!—Oh, Jack!—Jack!—"
Marjolaine held up the glass, still half full.
"Finish it, then."
Jack started back in horror, but seeing the dawning surprise on her face, bravely seized the tumbler and dashed it off. Thus swiftly was his perjury avenged.
"Good-bye, little Marjory. Till Monday!"
She looked up at him wistfully. "You think you will come?"
"Think!" cried Jack; and every lover's vow was in the one word.
"Slip to your boat, quickly!" cried Marjolaine, peeping round the corner of the Gazebo. But before he could move she gave a startled cry and motioned him back. For the Muffin-man had entered the Walk ringing his bell.