"I'm so glad," I said, stroking her hand—"so glad. Lady Rogerson deserved her triumph."
Anne made no comment for a moment. When she spoke her voice was poignant.
"The Committee sang the National Anthem," she resumed miserably, "and we all put on our Ruritanian flags. A vote of confidence in dear Lady Rogerson was passed amidst tremendous enthusiasm, and the Coffee Unit set off for the station."
"It must now be on its way," I remarked briskly.
"No," said Anne, "never."
"But Ruritania?"
Anne trailed to the door. She was a wonderful artist in effects.
"Ruritania declared war"—
"I know, my dear—you said so"—
"Upon the Allies," added Anne, and left the room.