It came to her memory that Dauntless had been with Miss
Courtenay all morning, however, and she wondered not a little.
Windomshire was approaching in search of Anne, who was to have met him
as if by accident in a corner of the reading-room.
"Oh, Mr. Windomshire," exclaimed Mrs. Van Truder, darting toward him.
"How do, Mrs. Van Truder? How are you to-day?" he asked, scarcely able
to hide his annoyance.
"That is the tenth time you've asked me that question. I must repeat:
I am quite well."
"Oh, pardon my inquisitiveness. It has been a very long day, you
know."
"I want you and Miss Thursdale to dine with me at eight this evening.
I think I'll have a little surprise for you," she said mysteriously.
Windomshire glared, and then managed to give a provisional acceptance.
It all depended on the hour for leaving for the train. As he hurried
off to find Anne he was groaning to himself: "How the deuce can I go
to a dinner and run off again with Anne? I've got everything arranged.
I can't let a beastly dinner interfere. I won't go, hang me if I do."
He came upon Anne in the corner of the library--the most unfrequented
corner.
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