“Well, we will see about it,” said Anne, smiling; “as you seem to have quite made up your mind, and decided on the matter. I will speak to Mrs. Catherine, Jacky. We shall see.”
Jacky made an uncouth courtesy and vanished.
“Is it Edinburgh you are going to, Anne?” said Marjory, shooting a keen glance upon her friend’s face.
“I shall be in Edinburgh,” said Anne, evasively.
“Why, Anne!” exclaimed Marjory, “must one not even know where you are going? What is this secret journey of yours?”
“It is no secret journey, Marjory. I am going farther east than Edinburgh—to the sea-side.”
“To the sea-side!” Marjory looked amazed. “You are not delicate, Anne Ross. What are you going to do at the sea-side?”
“Nothing,” said Anne.
“Nothing! You have not any friends there—you are going away quite by yourself! Is anything the matter, Anne? Tell me what you are going to do.”
“I would tell you very gladly, Marjory, if I could. My errand is quite a private one: when it is accomplished, you shall hear it all.”