"Yes," Flip admitted. "I would be. But I'd be more afraid to have you go than I would be to go myself."
"No," Paul said firmly. "It's wonderful of you to think of it. But it is impossible."
And Flip knew there was no use arguing with him.
Thérèse came in and stood arms akimbo in the doorway, announcing, "lunch is on the table and it's good onion soup so come and eat it while it's hot."
"I'm not hungry," Paul whispered.
"I'm not either," Flip whispered back. "But we've got to pretend we are. Does Ariel like onion soup?"
"Ariel likes anything."
"Well, that's all right, then," Flip said.
7
A wind came up during the afternoon and by dinner time it was howling about the gate house. Flip had thought up a scheme in which in spite of Paul's opposition, she would be the one to make the trip to the chateau. But it was so daring, so dangerous, that whenever she thought of it she began to shiver. Her shivers started somewhere deep inside of her, the way she thought a tidal wave must start deep inside of the ocean, and then it seemed to break over her like a wave. Gloria said that when you shivered like that when you weren't cold it meant that somebody was walking over the place your grave was going to be.