"
He gave her a swift and piercing glance. "And what are you?" he said.
Her eyes fell swiftly before his look; she made no reply.
They returned to the hotel and lunched together. The incident of the
morning seemed to be forgotten. Jake's name was not once mentioned
between them. Toby was full of gaiety. The prospect of the run to
Fontainebleau evidently filled her with delight.
She joined Saltash in the vestibule after the meal, clad in a light blue
wrap they had purchased that morning.
He went to meet her, a quick gleam in his eyes; and a man to whom he had
been talking--a slim, foreign-looking man with black moustache and
imperial--turned sharply and gave her a hard stare.
Toby's chin went up. She looked exclusively at Saltash. Her bearing at
that moment was that of a princess.
"The car is ready?" she questioned. "Shall we go?"
"By all means," said Saltash.
He nodded a careless farewell to the other man, and followed her, a smile
twitching at his lips, the gleam still in his eyes.
"That man is Spentoli the sculptor," he said, as he handed her into the
car. "A genius, Nonette! I should have presented him to you if you had
not been so haughty."
"I hate geniuses," said Toby briefly.
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