“The next morning.”
“You never thought of me, I suppose?”
“Indeed, I did; I was very glad that you had no suspicion of what we were at.”
“Was that all?”
“No; I had your flower with me, the flower you gave me out of your nosegay, at the ball.”
“Well?”
“Oh, never mind, it doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter. What did you do with my flower?”
“I gave it a sly kiss while they were measuring the ground; and (don’t tell anybody!) I put it next to my heart to bring me luck.”
“Was that just before he shot at you?”