There was a dancing light in his eyes. "You're a golden pheasant—and you'll never fly so far that I shan't find you."
Oscar arriving at this moment saved a retort. "Flora's not well. We can't motor up, Madge."
"I am sorry but I can take a train."
"There's one at three. I don't see why you are going," irritably; "Flora won't stay here long after you leave."
"I am not as necessary as you think, Oscar. There are plenty of others, and I must go——"
"Oh, very well. Andrews will drive you down."
"I'll drive her myself," said Dalton.
II
Aunt Claudia was going to Washington also on the three o'clock train. She had had a wireless from Truxton who had sailed from Brest and would arrive at New York within the week.