Godfrey acted on his solemn resolutions of haughtiness and detachment for quite an hour, after which Juliette threw a kitten at him and asked what was the matter, and then sang him one of her pretty _chansonettes_ to the accompaniment of a guitar with three strings, which closed the incident.

Still there were no more flower hunts and no new adventures.

Tacitly, but completely, everything of the sort was dropped out of their relationship.

They remained excellent friends, on affectionate terms indeed, but that was all.
Meanwhile, owing to his doubts arising out of a singular coincidence concerned with flowers and kisses, Godfrey gradually made up his mind to write to Isobel.

Indeed, he had half composed the epistle when at the end of one of his brief letters his father informed him that she had gone to Mexico with her uncle.