Chapter
5
THE KISSBERANGERE NEXT DAY resumed her place at meals, looking a little pale and wearing a more serious face than usual. My uncle, who had not troubled about her during the last two days, kissed her absent-mindedly. We lunched without a word. Not until we had nearly ended did Noel Dorgeroux speak to his god-child:
“Well, dear, are you none the worse for your fall?”
“Not a bit, god-father; and I'm only sorry that I didn't see... what you saw up there, yesterday and the day before. Are you going there presently, god-father?”
“Yes, but I'm going alone.”
This was said in a peremptory tone which allowed of no reply. My uncle was looking at me. I did not stir a muscle.
Lunch finished in an awkward silence. As he was about to leave the room, Noel Dorgeroux turned back to me and a
