"You might come.

I'm wanting someone to talk to rather badly." The young officer hesitated.

The blue eyes were very persuasive.
"I would ask you to come in to tea afterwards," she said, "only Mademoiselle is so silly--quite cracked, in fact, on some points.

But that needn't prevent your coming down to the shore for a little to play with Cinders and me.

You will, won't you?
Say you will!" "I will, mademoiselle." His surrender was abrupt, and quite decisive.
She beamed upon him.