I shall expect you." And before either of the men could speak again, she sprang lightly across the little stream, and disappeared through the willow wall.
"Well, I'll be--" The novelist checked himself, solemnly--staring blankly at the spot where she had disappeared.
The artist laughed.
"What do you think of it ?" demanded Conrad Lagrange, turning to his friend.
Aaron King, packing up his things, answered, "I think we'd better go." Which opinion was concurred in by Brian Oakley who dropped in on them that evening..