began to swing her hat on her forefinger, and she threw a look at me. I immediately looked up towards the branches above my head.
'We might as well go in to lunch,' said Dolly.
'By all means,' I acquiesced, with alacrity.
We went out into the sunshine, and came where the pots were. Suddenly Dolty said,—
'Go back and sit down again, Mr. Carter.'
'I want my lunch,' I ventured to observe.
'Do as I tell you,' said Dolly, stamping her foot; whereat, much intimidated, I went back, and stretched myself once more on the deck-chair.
Dolly approached a flower-pot. She stooped down, exerted her strength, lifted it, and carried it, not without effort, across the terrace. Again she did the like. I sat smoking and watching. She lifted a third pot, but dropped it half way. Then, dusting her hands against one another, she came back slowly into the shade and sat down. I made no remark. Dolly glanced at me.
'Well?' she said.
'Woman—woman—woman!' said I sadly.
'Must I carry some more?' asked Dolly, in a humble, yet protesting tone.
'Mrs. Hilary,' I began, 'is an exceedingly attractive'
Dolly rose with a sigh.
'Where are you going?' I asked.
'More pots,' said Dolly, standing opposite me. 'I must go on, you see.'
