“So much the worse for her, then,” replied my companion. “She had better tear out her heart and throw it to the dogs at once.”
When Sara answered me after that fashion, I generally let her alone.
“Aunt Diana is really going to-morrow,” I said, the next evening, as John Hoffman and I stood leaning on the Plaza railing, waiting for the mail.
“Yes; shall you go also?”
“No; we have decided to remain another week, Sara and I. But I am really surprised; I thought Iris would carry the day; she was determined to stay longer.”
“I think I can account for that,” said John, smiling. “We were walking together last evening in the moonlight on the sea-wall, and, happening to stroll into the demi-lune—”
“Oh, that demi-lune!”
“Yes, that demi-lune. There we found the Captain.”
“The Captain?”
“The Captain. But not alone. Miss Arabella—Miss Van Amsterdam was with him!”