and bowed deeply. "You don' like keep Meester Liana to wait. Oh, no! Excuse!"
He turned at once and strode out of the garden, while Claire, continuing upon her way to Arturo, glanced brightly back over her shoulder at the man in the long chair.
"You see?" she seemed to ask. "Are you satisfied with me?"
But he did not appear to be satisfied; and she was puzzled. "Good gracious!" she thought. "Isn't there any pleasing you at all?"
Apparently there wasn't, for he frowned heavily; and the unfortunate Arturo paid for it. She was anything but angelic to him during their walk.
