Connie exclaimed in triumph.
"We four—to front the desert!—while he"—she nodded towards Sorell—"is showing Nora and Uncle Ewen Rome. You mayn’t know it"—she addressed Sorell—"but on Monday, January 24th—I think I’ve got the date right—you and they go on a picnic to Hadrian’s Villa. The weather’s arranged for—and the carriage is ordered."
She looked at him askance; but her colour had risen. So had his. He looked down on her while Mrs. Mulholland and Falloden were both talking fast to Otto.
"You little witch!" said Sorell in a low voice—"what are you after now?"
Connie laughed in his face.
"You’ll go—you’ll see!"