“When did you come to Washington?” she asked, trying to keep her consciousness out of her eyes, which she let dwell kindly upon him.
“Day before yesterday—no, yesterday. It seems a month, I've seen and done so much,” he said, with his laugh. “Miss Anderson's been showing me the whole of Washington society. Have you been here long?”
“Since morning,” said Mrs. Brinkley. And she added, “Miss Anderson?”
“Yes—Campobello, don't you know?”
“Oh yes. Is she here to-night?”
“I came with her and her aunt.”
“Oh yes.”
“How is all Boston?” asked Dan boldly.
“I don't know; I'm just going down to Old Point Comfort to ask. Every other house on the Back Bay has been abandoned for the Hygeia.” Mrs. Brinkley stopped, and then she asked. “Are you just up from there?”
“No; but I don't know but I shall go.”