"Then the dinner-gong rang," said Cerise, "and I said, 'Oh, Monsieur Pattigrew, I must run and change my dress.' Then I ran off. I did not want to change my dress, but I did want to change the conversation," finished Cerise.
Then with a smile, "He loffs me more than any of the other girls."
"Why, how do you know he loves other girls?"
"I have seen him look at girls," said Cerise. "He likes all the world, but girls he likes most."
"Are you in love with him, Cerise?" asked Bobby, with a grin.
"Yes," said Cerise candidly. "Who could help?"
"How much are you in love with him, Cerise?"
"I would walk to London for him without my shoes," said Cerise.
"Well, that's something," said Bobby. "Come into this little arbour, Cerise, and let's sit down. You don't mind my smoking?"