Her father continued to watch for her thanks to Philip. Apparently there were none forthcoming, and fortunately Mrs. Wilbur was too busy talking to him herself to notice it.
"But won't Mr. Kelly play something before we leave?" she said supplicatingly.
"Oh, no, my dear lady," returned Barney lightly. "One has no appetite for dinner after dessert."
They went on deck, and the moon was glorifying the still cove. Apparently the motor boats had sated their curiosity as to the yacht, and all was peaceful. The company sat about in a social group and ate and drank. Barney Kelly told some amusing experiences which he and Philip had had on the road last season. Diana scarcely heard his anecdotes, but she laughed with the rest.
"Without to-morrow, without yesterday."
The words sang themselves over and over in her heart, and her cheeks still burned. The minutes were flying, flying, and Philip was sitting near her mother, who waited on him assiduously and rallied him upon his lack of appetite.
"Say, boy," said Kelly at last, "do you know we have a cart-load of music to look over and we ought to do it to-night?"
Then they would go. She would not see him alone again!
"Mrs. Lowell, are you ready?" asked Philip. "We four will have a grand moonlight walk up to the Inn."