“Why, yes, I shall miss you. Isn’t that natural?”

“I hope so,” he answered. “I shall never forget these days.” She laughed gaily. The music was playing something very soft and low. Reist had not yet reappeared.

“Isn’t that a little rash, my friend? You love experiences, and you are going to enter upon a very wonderful life. You are much to be envied.”

“Sara,” he said, “you must come to Theos.”

She laughed outright in frank and unrestrained merriment.

“You must talk to father,” she said. “I dare say he will come. He loves new countries. Only I’m sure he won’t behave properly at Court. He’s a terrible democrat, and he likes to shake hands with everybody.”

“He shall shake hands with me as often as he likes,” Ughtre. . . Read More