"I see. And what will happen if one day you--or Robin--should get married?"

Ann skirted the topic dexterously.

"Oh, don't let's think about possible calamities on a day like this. Look!"
She touched his arm, drawing his attention to a girl who had also climbed
the Roche d'Or hill to see the view and had halted near them, a sheaf of
freshly-gathered wild-flowers in her hand. "Aren't those blue gentians
lovely?"

Tony glanced at the few vividly blue flowers the girl was jealously
clasping. She had walked far in search of them and valued them accordingly.

"Do you want some?" he asked eagerly.

Ann nodded.

"Isn't it getting rather late in the year to find them, though?" she said
doubtfully.

The girl with the flowers, overhearing, turned to her with a friendly
smile.

"There are very few left," she vouchsafed. "I've been hunting everywhere
for them. But you may find one or two over there." She pointed to a distant
slope.

Tony's eyes followed her gesture. Then he glanced down at Ann inquiringly.