"Where to now, Sara?" Anne stamped her foot. "Isn't that the way! When you have the opportunity and the desire for a good time you can't imagine what to do."
"Well, let us get into the car, anyway," said Sara, "those detestable creatures who were in the barge have actually followed us."
So they entered the motor. Armitage turned inquiringly, but Anne shook her head.
"One moment, if you please."
"I wanted to ask you, Miss Wellington, if you thought I could get away to-night about seven o'clock?" He glared defiantly at Sara, who was ostentatiously concealing her face in her hand. "I have rather an important engagement."
"Why—" Anne glanced at Sara, who seeing an opening for a new avenue of fun, was now laughing unreservedly.
"You really can't think of it, you know, dear," she said. "Why, at seven o'clock he will just begin to be useful."
Anne saw the chauffeur's shoulders shrug angrily, and it amused her.
"Cut through here and drive toward the Training Station," she commanded, "and we 'll think about seven o'clock, McCall."
Sara, who had been vigorously nodding and screwing up her eyes at Armitage's back, laughed musically.