"I must make her suffer!" he muttered.
"My cabbage, you are a little fool and you know it!" observed Madame Sennier imperturbably. "Mon Dieu! What dust!"
They had emerged into the road, and were enveloped in a cloud sent up by a passing motor.
"If it doesn't rain, or they don't water the roads, I shall run away to Constantine," observed Mrs. Shiffney. "There'll be no dust in Constantine at this time of year."
CHAPTER XXI
In the evening of the following day Charmian and Susan Fleet had just sat down to dinner, and Pierre was about to lift the lid off the soup tureen, when there was a ring at the front door bell.
"What can that be?" said Charmian.
She looked at Susan.
"Susan, I feel as if it were somebody, or something important."