"Go," said Ravenel, softly. "Didn't you see? She wants you."
John overtook the dainty figure, lifted his military cap, and slackened his pace.
"Miss Fannie?" he caught step with her.
"Oh!—why good morning." She was delightfully cordial.
"Did you want to see me?" he asked. "Mr. Ravenel thought you did."
Fannie raised her brows and laughed.
"Why, really, Mr. Ravenel oughtn't to carry his thinking to such an excess. Still, I'm not sorry for the mistake—unless you are." She glanced at him archly. "Come on," she softly added, "I do want to see you."