even before I had recognised you," said M. Pigeonneau to Miss Ruck.
"I don't believe in French compliments," remarked this young lady, presenting her back to the smiling old man.
"Are you and Miss Ruck walking alone?" I asked of her companion. "You had better accept of M. Pigeonneau's gallant protection, and of mine."
Aurora Church had taken her hand out of Miss Ruck's arm; she looked at me, smiling, with her head a little inclined, while, upon her shoulder, she made her open parasol revolve. "Which is most improper, to walk alone or to walk with gentlemen? I wish to do what is most improper."
"What mysterious logic governs your conduct?" I inquired.
"He thinks you can't understand him when he talks like that," said Miss Buck. "But I do understand you, always!"
"So I have always ventured to hope, my dear Miss Ruck."
"Well, if I didn't, it wouldn't be much loss," rejoined this young lady.
