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 twin fountains and scattering them till the pavement was wet for many yards.

Curatulo, who had been carrying Anne’s coat, now held it up for her to put on.

“You are teaching me—patience,” he said so low that Margaret could not hear. “It is a virtue I never thought to learn.”

He refused Mrs. Garrison’s invitation to go back with them and have tea, but lingered by the closed door of the limousine, hat in hand, with his brown fingers on the window-sill.

“When do I see you again?” he asked of Anne. She had expected anger from him, and it was evident that he had none, though he bore his disappointment gravely.

“It is so cold,” said Anne, “and you have no overcoat. Please come back with us.”

He shook his head. “It is better not,” he answered, his eyes telling her that for the moment he could not trust himself with her.

“When do I see you again?” he repeated.

“We go to the British Embassy to-night.”

“What time shall you be there?”

The girl turned to her aunt.

“What time do you think?” she asked.

“How can I tell at this hour?” answered the older woman, with an unusual restraint in her as