As she did not know at what hour he might arrive, she told her mamma that if he came while she was absent, to ask him to wait till she returned.
And, by a very untoward fate, the big, handsome fellow arrived soon after she started, and when Mamma Janowitz told him where Annette had gone, he said he would go on and overtake her, as he also was acquainted with Mrs. Fleming, and would like to make a call at Sea View.
Meanwhile, Annette, all glorious in her new summer silk and big white lace hat crowning her dark, bewitching face, tripped away to the grand white house, Sea View, only to meet a most cruel disappointment.
The manservant who opened the door to her suavely remarked that Mrs. Fleming and her guests all went up to Baltimore this morning, not to return till to-morrow.
“And Mr. Dallas Bain—did he go with them?” she queried.
“Oh, no, miss; he went away at daylight this morning—took the Northern train.”
Annette paled with disappointment, and almost burst into tears, as she asked eagerly:
“Is he coming back any more?”
“No, miss; his visit is over, and I’m sorry for that, too. He was a fine, handsome gent, was Mr. Bain, and a liberal one, too,” returned the man affably.
“Where did he go? Can you give me his address?” asked the young girl, thinking disconsolately of poor Daisie’s letter.