And nobody can get to us."
"That's just it, Mrs. Hastings," Antoinette had observed earnestly
at this juncture.
"Um," said Mr. Frothingham, then, "not at all, not at all. We have
all the advantages of the grave and none of its discomforts."
Whereupon Antoinette, rising suddenly, had slipped out of the white
marble room altogether and had found the knight smoking in
loneliness on the very veranda.
Amory put his cap under his arm and bowed.
"I hope," he said, "that I haven't frightened you."
He was an American! Antoinette's little heart leaped.
"I am having to wait here for a bit," explained Amory, not without
vagueness.
Miss Frothingham advanced to the veranda rail and contrived a shy
scrutiny of the intruder.
"No," she said, "you didn't frighten me in the least, of course.
But--do you usually do your waiting at this altitude?"
"Ah, no," answered Amory with engaging candour, "I don't. But
I--happened up this way." Amory paused a little desperately. In that
soft light he could not tell positively whether this was Miss
Holland or that other figure of silver and rose which he had seen in
the throne room.
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