She handed the vial.
Madame Delphine stood up again.
"We will all go inside," said Madame Thompson, and they passed through the gate and up the walk, mounted the steps, and entered the deep, cool drawing-room.
Madame Thompson herself bade the quadroone be seated.
"Well ?" said Jean Thompson, as the rest took chairs.
"_C'est drole_"-- it's funny--said Madame Delphine, with a piteous effort to smile, "that nobody thought of it.

It is so plain.

You have only to look and see.

I mean about Olive." She loosed a button in the front of her dress and passed her hand into her bosom.

"And yet, Olive herself never thought of it.