"The soup is ready, dear," she said. "Don't worry; it was only some
foolish lout from Bannalec. No one in St. Gildas or St. Julien would do
such a thing."
I was too much exasperated to reply at first, but Lys treated it as a
stupid joke, and after a while I began to look at it in that light.
Lys told me about Yvonne, and reminded me of my promise to have Herbert
Stuart down to meet her.
"You wicked diplomat!" I protested. "Herbert is in Paris, and hard at
work for the Salon."
"Don't you think he might spare a week to flirt with the prettiest girl
in Finistere?" inquired Lys innocently.
"Prettiest girl! Not much!" I said.
"Who is, then?" urged Lys.