“Nothing, dear,” said Anne. “It is really ungracious, Archie.” This in an aside.
“But Margaret thinks—”
“Margaret will make mischief by wanting not to.”
“Well, perhaps you are right. Run up, Rose,” he said aloud, “and say good-by to Mr. Carington. He is on the porch now.”
“I will go up with you,” said Anne; “I forgot to say good-by myself,” and, with this mild prevarication to assist her, Rose followed her aunt.
“I came up to say good-by, Mr. Carington.”
“And I,” said Anne.
“Good-by,” he said, putting out his hand. Whether his eyes were as prudent as his tongue, may be doubted.
“You will write to me, Miss Anne?”
“I will, and Mr. Ellett will let us hear.”