She turned in speaking to him, but he was not there. He had stepped out into the porch, and was beckoning Jack to drive the carriage up inside the grounds.
They took leave after a minute.
“Be sure you all pray for the success of our concert,” was Annette’s farewell charge to the sister. “We are to have our last rehearsal to-night.”
She glanced into her companion’s face as they drove along, but refrained from asking him any questions about his interview with Anita. His expression did not indicate that he had derived much pleasure from it.
TO BE CONTINUED.
[MUSIC.]
When the heart is overflowing,
Now with sorrow, now with joy,
And its fulness mocks our showing,
Like a spell that words destroy:
When the soul is all devotion,
Till its rapture grows a pain