He couldn't help saying:
"You don't look guilty."
"Ah, but you mustn't judge by appearances!"
"You blamed the sirocco, I remember."
"I don't blame it any longer. Surely a woman can change her mind? But
what is the matter with you?"
"Perhaps the south wind," he ventured.
She remarked laughingly:
"I don't believe the wind is in the south at all. But you always were a
funny boy, Tommy. If you are very good you will see some pretty
fireworks presently. As for myself, I shall have to drive home for
Baby's early dinner."
"Fireworks in broad daylight?" he asked. "That is something new."
"In broad daylight! Aren't they queer people? They can't wait till it
gets dark, I suppose."
At that moment they were joined by Keith and three or four others. He
had no more chance of speaking to her alone; she drove away, not long
afterwards, waving her parasol at him and leaving him in a state of
dazed perplexity.
He had been thinking night and day about his cousin, certain of her
criminality and profoundly convinced of her moral rectitude.
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