"Well?" he said challengingly.
"Well," said Anthony, as he snapped the locket, "she's a charming creature, and you are an enviable fellow."
"I am that," rejoined the lover, re-opening the case before hanging it to his button-hole. "And I shall be a great deal more enviable this time next year, please God."
CHAPTER XIII
TWO UNWISE WOMEN
This conversation haunted our young man all night, and drove him in the morning to the tea-room, in serious pursuit of the right kind of woman, if haply she might be found there. To his surprise and consternation the bird had flown.
"Not ill, I trust?" he said in alarm, at the end of five restless minutes, during which he had scarcely taken his eyes from the screen.
Sarah was arranging the flowers he had just brought her. She had patiently waited for this question. "No," she said, with a nonchalant air. "She was ill—very ill indeed—but she is all right now."
"Is she—she is not away?"