"No, I think not," answered Angelique.
"You think not. You believe, to the best of your knowledge and
recollection, that such a thing has never happened to you," mocked
Peggy. And then she made a sudden pounce at Angelique's arm. "What was
the matter with you when you ran up the gallery steps, a minute ago?"
The startled girl drew in her breath with surprise, but laughed.
"It was lighter then," hinted Peggy.
"Did you see him?"
"Yes, I saw him. And I saw you coaxing him along with a bunch of roses,
for all the world like catching a pony with a bunch of grass. And I saw
him careering back to neigh in your face."
"Oh, Peggy, I wish Monsieur Reece Zhone could but hear what you say. Do
teach me some of your clever ridicule. It must be that I take suitors
too seriously."
"Thank you," said Peggy dryly, "I need it all for my second-hand lot. He
is the worst fool of any of them."
"Take care, Peggy, you rouse me. Why is a man a fool for loving me?"
"He said he loved you, then?"
The Saucier negroes were gathering on doorsteps, excited by the day and
the bustle of crowds which still hummed in the streets.
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