“Don’t you like to hear your offspring taking a little exercise?” he asked tantalizingly.
“Not when she’s waiting for that detestable French girl,” said Mrs. Colonibel. “I do wish Stanton would send her away.”
“Everything comes to her who waits,” said Valentine. “The trouble is with you women that you won’t wait. Play, cousin.”
“Here she is,” exclaimed Judy, and she flung open the door with a joyful, “Welcome home.”
Vivienne was just getting out of a sleigh. “Ah, Judy, how kind of you to wait for me,” she said. “Did you get my note?”
“Yes; but nobody asked where you were except mamma.”
Vivienne’s face clouded slightly, then it brightened again. “Where is Mr. Armour?”
“In the library; he always spends his evenings there.”
“I wish to speak to him. Do you think I could go in.”
“Yes; what do you want to say?”