Somewhere back in the house the telephone rang, and presently Delia came out for the doctor. "You're wanted at the Neck, sir," she said; "it's the old gentleman with the pneumonia."
As Anthony went to answer the call, the other guests said their farewells.
Justin reproached Bettina. "You haven't been a bit good to me; if I come again will you talk to me?"
Bettina smiled. "I'll let you talk to me."
"When?"
She turned to Sophie. "When shall I let him come?"
"He'll see you to-morrow on Bobbie's boat," said Sophie; "he wants us for lunch——"
"Till to-morrow, then," said Justin, and bent over her hand; then he ran down the porch steps to Sara, who was waiting with her head held high.
When Anthony came back from the telephone Bettina said, mournfully, "Now you must go, and I haven't talked to you for a single minute."
He looked down into the wistful face, and hesitated, then he asked, "Would you like to ride with me over to the Neck? It won't take long, but you'd have time to tell me all about your beautiful day."