“Oh, Phil, there is Ugo!” she cried, clasping his arm. “See! In the trap, coming toward us.” He looked quickly, but the trees and houses now hid the other trap from view.
“Are you sure it is he?”
“Oh, I am positive. He has come to surprise me. Is there no way we can reach the house first? By the rear—anyway,” she cried, excitedly. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were sparkling.
“Was he alone?” asked he, his jaw setting suddenly.
“That has nothing to do with it. We must hurry home. Turn back, Phil; we may be able to overtake him on the avenue.”
“I wanted to take you to the Park, Dorothy.”
“Well?”
“That's all,” he went on, calmly. “The prince can leave his card and call later in the—well, this evening.”
“What—you don't mean—Philip Quentin, take me home instantly,” she blazed.
“Not for all the princes in the universe,” he said. “This is my afternoon, and I will not give up a minute of it.”