"I thought we ought to leave them alone," he said, glancing back at Flip's father and his Aunt Colette who were talking earnestly together. "Paul, do you really think--" she asked. He nodded. "Looks like it to me. Lets go for a walk, Flip." He held out his hand and she took it. "Yes, Paul." "Let's walk over to the Chateau," he suggested. "Its--it's sort of our place." As they walked along together quietly hand in hand, the bells in all the nearby churches began to ring, calling and answering each other, and it seemed as though the clear night air was ringing. Suddenly Paul cried out, and he sounded as happy as Flip felt. "Spring is going to be wonderful, Flip!"