"I shall miss you dreadfully, Ann!" she exclaimed impulsively. "I wish you
belonged to me."
She was hardly conscious of the line of thought which had prompted the
spontaneous speech. Ann turned round smilingly.
"It's dear of you to say so," she replied. "I shall insist on Robin's
letting me come over to White Windows as often as I like--and as you will
have me!"
Lady Susan laughed and kissed her.
"You'd better not promise too much--or I shall want to abduct you
altogether!" she declared. "I think Robin's a very lucky young man."
Once the date of her departure for England was actually fixed, it seemed to
Ann as though the days positively flew by. There were a hundred and one
things requiring attention. Sleeping-berths must be booked on board the
train, last visits paid to various friends and acquaintances, and final
arrangements made with regard to the shutting up of Mon Reve. Last, but not
least, there was the packing up of Ann's own personal belongings, which, in
the course of the last six months, seemed to have strayed away into various
odd corners of the villa, as is the way of things.
But it was all accomplished at last, and close on midnight the little party
of four travellers stood on the deserted platform at Montricheux, watching
the great Orient Express thunder up alongside.
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