"Good!" He glared toward Armitage. "To town—and fast," he said.
As Armitage nodded, Anne, whose mood was past praying for, called mischievously:
"McCall, always touch your hat when you receive an order. And come right back, please; I shall want to go to town."
This time Armitage made a faultless salute.
When they had gone, Anne walked to a settee, drawing Mrs. Van Valkenberg by the arm, and flung herself down, laughing hysterically.
"Why, what is the matter, Anne?" Sara gazed at her in amazement. "Has anything—" she paused significantly—"happened?"
Anne drew her handkerchief across her eyes.
"No," she said, "not yet. But oh, Sara, if you had n't—" She stopped and gazed at her friend wide-eyed. "Sara," she said, "is it possible I love Prince Koltsoff?"
"No, it is not," replied Sara, decidedly. "Anne, don't be a goose. What is it, tell me?"
"I cannot; but yes, I think it is—it must be. Oh, I wonder!"