“What, Constance?”
“I was at the window. I thought you'd surely look back, and then you would have known—”
“My darling!”
The carriage had drawn up to the Emorys' gate. Dan jumped out and gave Constance his hand. Off in the distance they heard the band. Constance paused and rested her hand gently on Oakley's arm.
“Hark! Do you hear?”
“I wish they'd stop their confounded nonsense,” said Dan.
“No, you can't stop them,” delightedly. “Antioch feels a sense of proprietorship. But do you hear the music, Dan?”
“Yes, dear. It's the band.”
“Of course it's the band. But do you know what it is playing?”
Oakley shook his head dubiously. She gave his arm a little pat and laughed softly.