Placing it on the table, he took a couple of strawberries in his fingers.
"May I ?" he asked in French.
She nodded as she whipped off the sunbonnet, and replied in her own language: "Certainly, as many as you want." He bit into one, but got no further with it.

Her back was turned to him, and he threw the berry out of the window.

She felt rather than saw what he had done.

She saw that he was fagged.

She instantly thought of a cordial she had in the house, the gift of a nun from the Ursuline Convent in Quebec; a precious little bottle which she had kept for the anniversary of her wedding day.