"Oh, I'll do anything if you only will! Where is he staying? I never saw him in Dinard before. Where is he staying? Does he live here all the time? I could see him if you came too, couldn't I? And I don't care what sort of clothes he wears ... do, do, Uncle George!"
Then she straightened herself, and looked full at me through her flooded eyes. She was suddenly imperious.
"Now tell me something else, please. When you went off with him last night. Did he say anything about me?"
Perhaps I did not lie with sufficient promptitude. "About you? No, of course not."
She looked accusingly at me; she caught her breath.
"Oh, how can you say that! I don't believe it! He did!"
"But he couldn't even see you in the dark!"
"It wasn't dark—it wasn't a bit dark—it was quite light enough to see anybody—you saw him——"
"Well, he's going away, and there's an end of it."
Like a rainbow was the light that woke in her lately showering eyes. Up went the soft lip, out peeped the pearls. Back, back from their golden hearts lay the petals of the marguerites.