Barbara strained her eyes to distinguish the figure. Mollie and Grace also had seen the familiar wrap and poor little Mollie’s face burned with something very like mortification.
The boat skimmed lightly over the water and in a moment only the lantern at its bow could be seen swinging in the blackness.
“It looks like the countess,” whispered Barbara briefly in reply. “Marian,” she said, turning to the other girl who had closed her eyes as though she wished to shut out the sight of the other boat, “we just saw your mother go past with Monsieur Duval and the count, and we thought—we were almost certain we recognized the other person in the boat. Did you notice who it was?”
Marian opened her eyes and looked straight into Barbara’s.
“I am sorry, Barbara,” she said sadly, “but I can’t answer that question to-night.”
CHAPTER XIX
RED DOMINOS
The water fête a thing of the past, the Warrens’ domino ball became the excitement of the hour.
The “Automobile Girls” were talking over their costumes when there came a rap on their door.