Wait and see. Really, it's impossible, my dear child,
for you to accept an invitation for an elopement as if it were a
luncheon-party. Not only that, it's good for Aylmer to be kept in doubt.
Excellent for his health.'
'Really?'
'When I say his health, I mean the health and strength of his love for
you. You must vacillate, Edith. Souvent femme varie. You sit on the
fence, n'est-ce-pas? Well, offer the fence to him. But, take it away
before he sits down. Voila!'
Edith laughed. 'But then this girl, Miss Clay, she's always there. And I
like her.'
'What is her nationality?'
'How funny you should ask that! I think she must be of Spanish descent.
She's so quiet, so religious, and has a very dark complexion. And yet
wonderful light blue eyes.'
'Quelle histoire! Qu'est-ce-que ca fait?'
'The poor girl is mad about Aylmer. He doesn't seem to know it, but he
makes her worse by his indifference,' Edith said.
'Why aren't you jealous of her, ma chere? No, I won't ask you that--the
answer is obvious.'
'I mean this, that if I can't ever do what he wishes, I feel she could
make him happy; and I could bear it if she did.'
'Spanish?' said Landi, as if to himself.
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