“Dear Mees Goneril, why is it impossible?”
For a moment the young girl did not answer. She blushed very red, and looked brave.
“Because of Jack!” she said.
“Ah!”
“Nothing is settled,” added the young girl, “but it is no use pretending not to know.”
“It is no use,” he repeated, very sadly.
And then for a little while they listened to the bird.
“Mees Goneril,” said the signorino at last, “do you know why I brought you out here?”
“Not at all,” she answered.
It was a minute before he spoke again.