She inclined her young head gravely.
They walked together to the green door in the wall, and again her eyes became riveted on the bullet marks.
"Perhaps," she said, "you will have time to—to come to the school again before you leave Saïs? ... Unless you think it dangerous——"
He looked up, then away from her.
"I'll come—to the school."
"Then—it is au revoir, I hope."
He stood uncovered, holding open the door, and, as she passed in front of him, he took from her basket a white clove pink. She saw what he did, and halted instinctively to give him his choice. Suddenly, without any reason, her cheeks flushed brightly; she bent her head and stepped quickly through the archway, leaving him standing there with the dull color deepening in his sun-tanned face.
Warner discovered him still standing where she had left him, the white blossom hanging from his clenched fist.
"Well," he said, "how did you sleep after that villainous business of last night?"
"Thanks, I slept," replied Halkett, rousing himself.