Would Morice listen if he came? And, if he came not, where was he?
Michael alone remembered—at that moment—Marcel Trouet, the astute exponent of liberty, equality, and fraternity on both sides of the Channel.
CHAPTER XX
MORRY EXPLAINS
"I had thought it too late for roses, fair mistress. Permit me to compliment you upon my mistake."
Gabrielle started, blushing, as Lord Denningham, in a morning-suit of brown cloth, embroidered with gold thread, and with rich lace ruffles at neck and wrists, stood bowing before her, having approached unseen from behind a clump of bushes.
Her curtsey was severely formal as she made her reply.
"I see no roses, sir, nor did I come to look for them, but rather to make a first acquaintance with my mother's native land."
He did not take the hint that she would prefer her own company, but turned to pace slowly down the garden path by her side.