At last they flung their cloaks around them, as their servants announced their carriage for the third time.
"Such an evening!" moaned Von Engel.
It might mean anything!
Bee bit her lip.
"I was never more loath to leave. Promise that you will be here when we return. It will only be ten days! Promise us!"
"I hardly think—" began Jimmie, but Bee trod on his foot.
"Ouch!" said Jimmie, fiercely.
"I beg your pardon, Jimmie, dear!" murmured Bee. "It is possible," said Bee to Von Engel. "We never make plans, you know. We go whenever we are bored, or when we have nothing pleasant to look forward to."
"Oh, then, pray remain! We shall fly to see you the moment we are free!"
"That surely is an inducement," said Bee, with a little laugh, which caused Von Engel to colour.