"Who would have expected you to be here?" she cried, with an extreme and obviously counterfeit amazement that filled him with delight.
"I'm lost," he declared; then, after one look into her eyes, he added,
"Absolutely, utterly, irretrievably lost."
"It is very fortunate that I chanced to be passing, for this is a lonely spot; nobody ever comes here."
"Well, I hardly ever lose myself in busy places. Won't you sit down?"
"Since we have met quite by accident, perhaps it would not be so very improper," She laughed mischievously.
"You know I've been lost now for several months. It's a delightful feeling-you ought to try it."
She settled uncertainly beside him like a butterfly just alighting, ready to take flight again, on the instant.
"Perhaps I can help you to find your way, senor?" she said, with ingenuous politeness.
"You are the only one who can, Miss Garavel. I don't know that I ever told you, but I'm in love."
"Indeed?"