The sound of the luncheon gong followed on the speech. Anne rose from her chair with panther-like grace.
“So do I, Matty dear—sometimes.”
“But why don’t you?” asked Miss Haldane.
Anne walked to the window. At the window she turned. “Because,” she said, mock-solemnity [Pg 102]in her voice, “though few people realize it, I have a soul.”
“Of course you have,” replied Miss Haldane seriously; “but what has that got to do with marriage?”
Anne laughed. “Nothing, of course,” she replied; “and all the men I happen to know would agree with you. Don’t look puzzled, Matty dear, but come and have lunch.”
CHAPTER XI
A CONCERT—AND AFTER
I