There was something familiar in the
girl's graceful back, and, as she turned her fresh face to look at her
companion, Halcyone saw that it was Cora Lutworth.
Some magnetic spark seemed to connect them, for the pretty American girl
turned completely round in her chair, and catching sight of the two
jumped up and came towards them--with glad, laughing eyes and
out-stretched hands.
"To see you!" she exclaimed. "That is so good! There is no Styx here,
and we must have some fun together!"
She sat down upon a chair which Lord Freynault dragged up for her, and
he himself took another beyond the Professor--so the two girls could
talk together.
"I am going to be married--you know!" Cora announced gayly. "Freynie and
I settled it at a ball last night, but we haven't told anyone yet! Isn't
it lovely? We just slipped out here for a little quiet talk."
"I am so glad. I hope you will be very happy," Halcyone said, and tried
not to let the contrast of Cora's joyous prospect make her wince.
"I am always happy," Cora returned, "and it's dear of you to wish me
nice things.
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