CHAPTER XXVII.
A few days after this she told Richard that she wished to begin to make her arrangements for going away for the summer.
"What, so early!" he exclaimed, with an air of some slight discontent. "It has been quite cool so far."
"I remained too late last year," she answered; "and I want to make up for lost time."
They were at dinner, and he turned his wineglass about restlessly on the table-cloth.
"Are you getting tired of Washington?" he asked. "You seem to be."
"I am a little tired of everything just now," she said; "even"—with a ghost of a laugh—"of the Westoria lands and Senator Planefield."
He turned his wineglass about again.
"Oh," he said, his voice going beyond the borders of petulance, "it is plain enough to see that you have taken an unreasonable dislike to Planefield!"
"He is too large and florid, and absorbs too much of one's attention," she replied, coldly.