"Are you going to see her? and when?"
"Now, this instant! your words have roused me to action!"
He was gone. Anne went into the drawing-room and stood by the window. Some minutes slipped by, and then Frances entered.
"Come here!" said Anne. "Come and look at Charles."
Frances advanced and looked eagerly around.
"I do not see him," she said.
"Hark!" said Anne, "What is that?"
It was the hasty canter of a horse's feet. In another moment Charles dashed past.
Anne remembered the last time he had gone away. How she and Frances had stood together at the same window, even as they did now; only with this difference, that then, Frances' face was the triumphant one. Now they had changed places.
Anne could not—did not pity her, as she drew near and took hold of her arm.