This time Mr.Sligo Moultrie sees the massive dark braids of her hair behind.

The ripe mouth half smiles upon Prince Abel.
He holds a porcelain plate with a peach upon it, and a silver fruit-knife in his hand.

She smiles, as if the music had melted into a look.

Then she hears it again: "Here is the sunniest side of the sunniest peach for Miss Plumer." Sligo Moultrie can not help hearing, for the tone is not low.

But, while he is expecting to catch the reply, Miss Magot, who sits beyond him, speaks to him.