“And have you found him?” with an ironical smile.
“No; he hasn’t come. I shall wait for him. And you?”
“Oh! you know all about me. I have come to the flower jury.”
“But it doesn’t meet till two.”
“Really? Oh! what a feather-head! and what shall I do till two? I may not go to the 'Didactics,’ and the 'Agrarians’ bore me.”
“Stay with me,” he entreated.
“Alone?”
“Here....”
“Without doing anything? Every one will notice it.”
“Who do you think is going to gape and watch?”