Anne leaned forward tensely.
“Shall you be there, Alexis?” she inquired.
He looked up into her face with utter surprise.
“I? Of course not. I’ve already taken an apartment on Gramercy Park, and shall probably go away as soon as my affairs are settled.”
Anne nodded.
“Where are you thinking of going?” she murmured conversationally.
At her indifferent tone, he shrugged nonchalantly.
“Anywhere, nowhere! The South Sea Islands—Russia, perhaps!”
Anne nodded again.
“A little touch of Bolshevism would be akin at present,” she commented drily.