“Yes,” she replied breathlessly, then she fairly ran away from him.
The overtures came sooner than she had expected. That afternoon as she sat alone over the fire an urgent message came over the telephone from Judy.
“Vivienne, is that you?” called the lame girl in an anxious voice.
“Yes; it is I.”
“Can you come quickly to Pinewood? No one is ill, but you must come. I cannot explain.”
Vivienne hurried to the veranda, where she found MacDaly lounging about. “Will you get me a carriage as quickly as possible?” she asked.
“Yes, revered and honored lady of transcendent charms,” he replied; then with considerable alacrity he gave direction to his long legs to carry him as speedily as possible to the nearest cabstand.
Vivienne, with a wildly-beating heart and eyes that went roving affectionately over every object on the well-known road to Pinewood, soon found herself before the hall door and in Judy’s embrace.
“Come in, come in,” was her hurried greeting. “Mamma asked me to send for you. I don’t know what is going to happen, but I think there is something wrong with her accounts. Stanton asked her to bring her housekeeping books to him this afternoon. He examines them about once a year. I fancy that she has been misappropriating.”
Vivienne shrank from her. “Judy, what are you saying?”