"I know. I didn't mean to, but--it looked so good."
"'_Tous les gouts sont dans la nature_,' my dear," quoted Lensky, coming
in at the open window, "there are even people who like German bands!"
Looking down at Pammy through his eyeglass, the sun fell full on his
head, betraying an incipient bald patch. Otherwise Lensky had aged not
at all since his marriage.
"I saw Lady Brigit just now," he said, suddenly, "down in the olive
grove. I think something has happened. She looked--queer."
Pam started. "Poor dear--I'll go and speak to her--only, you know, she
never says a word to me about her trouble, whatever it is. I wonder----"
"Love story, of course," returned Lensky, briefly. "When a woman looks
like that it always _is_ a love story."
"Yes, but--Théo is such a dear! And I know he writes to her."
"Then it isn't Théo. He's not the only man she knows."