"But—" Alvina looked round.
"Ciccio is there. I see him. We must catch the train."
"Oh but—won't you drive? Won't you ask Ciccio to drive with you in the cab? Where is he?"
Madame pointed him out as he hung back among the graves, his black hat c****d a little on one side. He was watching. Alvina broke away from her cousin, and went to him.
"Madame is going to drive to the station," she said. "She wants you to get in with her."
He looked round at the cabs.
"All right," he said, and he picked his way across the graves to Madame, following Alvina.
"So, we go together in the cab," said Madame to him. Then: "Goodbye, my dear Miss Houghton. Perhaps we shall meet once more. Who knows? My heart is with you, my dear." She put her arms round Alvina and kissed her, a little theatrically. The c
