"I can't go," said Farnsworth. "I have to take the six-thirty train,—but you others go on."
"Too bad, old fellow," said Kenerley; "wish you could go. But the rest of you will, won't you?"
They all accepted the invitation, and went away to dress.
Patty hung back a moment to say good-bye to Bill, but Daisy forestalled her.
"Oh, Bill," she said, "walk with me as far as the rose garden. I want to say my farewells to you."
Farnsworth couldn't well refuse, so he went off with Daisy, giving Patty a pleading look over his shoulder which she rightly read to mean that he wanted to see her again before he left.
But Daisy prolonged her interview as much as possible, with the amiable intention of keeping Patty and Bill apart.
At last Bill said, as they stood on the terrace, "You ought to be dressing, Daisy. You'll be late for the club dinner party."
"No hurry," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "I can go over later."
"How?" asked Farnsworth, suddenly interested.