"CONSTANCE."
CHAPTER XXIX
CALYPSO'S GIFT
Two days later as his pretty aunt stood in her chamber shaking out the chestnut masses of her hair before her mirror, an impatient rapping at the living-room door sent her maid flying.
"That's Garry," said Constance calmly, belting in her chamber-robe of silk and twisting up her hair into one heavy lustrous knot.
A moment later they had exchanged salutes and, holding both his hands in hers, she stood looking at him, golden brown eyes very tender, cheeks becomingly pink.
"That miserable train is early; it happens once in a century. I meant to meet you, dear."
"Wayward met me at the station," he said.