"Oh," she laughed, "I had forgotten I was in England. Saturday."
Jack's face sank. "Then to-morrow 's Sunday. Hang. Well! I'll come on
Monday. Shall you be here?"
"I am always here."
"Be under the elm." He thought a moment, and then added insidiously,
"Shall you your mother about to-day?"
Marjolaine hesitated. Perhaps it would be better to wait until the
proper formalities had been observed. "On Monday; when you've been
introduced."
"That's it!" cried Jack. "And now I'll be off." He took both her hands
in his. "Good-bye. Oh, but it's good to be alive! It's good to be
young! The river is good that brought me here! The sun is good that
made me thirsty!"
"And the claret was good?"
"The claret--! Nectar!--Oh, Jack!--Jack!--"
Marjolaine held up the glass, still half full.
"Finish it, then."
Jack started back in horror, but seeing the dawning surprise on her
face, bravely seized the tumbler and dashed it off. Thus swiftly was
his perjury avenged.
"Good-bye, little Marjory. Till Monday!"