“And why,” said she, “be at such pains to tell me you wondered I should be there?”
I got very red at that.
“You see, you cannot be frank with me, Mr. Greig,” she said bitterly.
“Well, then,” I ventured boldly, “what I should have said was that I feared you would not be there, for it's there I was glad to see you. And I have only discovered that in my mind since you have been angry with me and would not let me explain myself.”
“What!” she cried, quite radiant, “and, after all, the red shoon were not without a purpose? Oh, Mr. Greig, you're unco' blate! And, to tell you the truth, I was just play-acting yonder myself. I was only making believe to be angry wi' you, and now that we understand each ither you can see me to my parlour.”
“Well, Bernard,” she said to the Swiss as we entered, “any news?”
He informed her there was none.
“What! no one called?” said she with manifest disappointment.
“Personne, Madame.”
“No letters?”