“What an odd fancy!” she answered.
“Here I get you all mixed up with your 225 father and mother and the Queen,” he ran on. “I want to talk to you alone.”
He sounded more natural to her when he talked like that.
“All right, Don, though there are a hundred things I ought to do this afternoon. And I must decide about going to the mountains with Dolly. What were those other plans you cabled me about?”
“Those are what I want to talk over with you,” he answered.
“What are they? I’m dying to know.”
“I’ll tell you in the park. Now I’ll go, so that you’ll have time to do some of the hundred things you want to do.”
He turned.
“Don’t you want to––to––”
She held out her arms to him. He kissed her lips. Then she seemed to come back to him as she had been before she sailed. He could have said all he wished to say then. But her mother was calling her.