"I had almost forgot!" she exclaimed. "I came to tell you something—something important."
Cord laughed.
"You have told it already!" he said. "You have been chanting wonderful, thrilling, cosmic things to me the last ten minutes!"
He sat down and drew her beside him on the bench.
"Tell me—everything," he said gravely.
She eased herself within the circle of his arm.
"First, I wish you to take a message to my aunt. Tell her I am well and happy—now!"
"Lady Dinsmore?" he asked in surprise. "Is she not with you?"
She shook her head. "Aunt Patricia is in Biarritz," she replied in a low tone. "I—I am with my father." Fear had crept into her voice again. "That is what I came to tell you," she continued. "My aunt does not understand—she would have me desert my father. But I shall stay with him to the end."
"And—Poltavo?" Van Ingen recalled her letter, and jealousy started up within him.