“Isn’t he?” said Anne. “There’s no one like him!”
Then, of course, she had to look at him, to see if he was still there and still as wonderful. He was. He met her glance, and they smiled at each other with sublime confidence and understanding. Gina found it a little hard to go on talking.
“Do you know,” she said brightly, “such a curious thing happened! A friend of mine wrote me about a girl in Philadelphia, and I sent for her to come as governess for the children. She told me that she’d arrive on a certain day, but she didn’t come, and I never heard another word from her. I wonder if you know the name—Kittridge?”
“Philadelphia’s quite a large place,” said Anne hastily.
“Of course,” Gina assented. “Now do tell me about yourself and Robert. Was it romantic?”
“Oh, very romantic!” said Anne, in no little confusion. “It was—I think it was—unique!”
There was a pause, and Robert came directly toward them.
“Will you not sing, Gina?” he asked blandly.
“No, thank you, Robert,” said she.
But Dr. Walters came to entreat also.