“You’re very fond of Robin,” observed Tony. There was a note of envy in his voice.
“Of course I am. If we could only afford to live together, I think I should be absolutely happy.”
He glanced at her quickly.
“Aren’t you happy with Lady Susan?”
“Oh, yes, yes! No one could be kinder to me than she is. But—I miss Robin”—rather wistfully. “You see, we’ve always been everything to each other.”
“I see. And what will happen if one day you—or Robin—should get married?”
Ann skirted the topic dexterously.
“Oh, don’t let’s think about possible calamities on a day like this. Look!” She touched his arm, drawing his attention to a girl who had also climbed the Roche d’Or hill to see the view and had halted near them, a sheaf of freshly-gathered wild-flowers in her hand. “Aren’t those blue gentians lovely?”
Tony glanced at the few vividly blue flowers the girl was jealously clasping. She had walked far in search of them and valued them accordingly.
“Do you want some?” he asked eagerly.