“So I see, and I can’t tell you how glad I am.”
Danaë’s eyes shone. “I gave the Vindobona gown to Toni, and told her to burn it,” she said proudly.
“She will hardly do that, but I think you may be sure you will never see it again,” was the dry reply. “And now, what about breakfast? You know I like you better in that dress than anything, but shall you have time to change? As we start so early for the review——”
“I am going to wear it all day,” said Danaë decidedly.
“That’s all right for me, but will your brother like it?”
“It is no concern of his. I wear it to punish myself. Unless you would rather I cut off my hair?”
“I forbid you to lay a finger on it.” He forbore to suggest that it was not very flattering to him to wear his gift as a punishment. “Come along, then.”
Danaë tucked her arm in his—an action not at all in keeping with her dress—and they went merrily to breakfast, Armitage bemoaning his day’s fate.
“I wish I could have driven with you,” he said, “instead of making a guy of myself on horseback. I shall look a regular horse-marine—worse even than Wylie in yachting-clothes. And you will be all alone.”
“I shall take my Jannaki. Think how he will enjoy the soldiers and the horses! I meant to invite Koralie Melchthal into the carriage with me, but now I shall have no more to do with her. She gives bad advice.”