Mostyn edged his way through the chattering throng toward her. He was
beside himself with enthusiasm. A lump of tense emotion filled his
throat; he would have shouted but for the desire not to appear
conspicuous.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" he said, when he finally reached her, and
caught her hand and shook it.

"Do you think so?" she said, absent-mindedly; and he noticed that she
was staring anxiously toward the door.

"Why, you beat them to a finish!" he cried. "You fairly wiped up the
ground with them."

"Oh, I don't know!" she said, excitedly. "Come on, please. I want to--
to get out."

Wondering what could be in her mind, he followed her as well as he
could through the jostling throng. Women and men extended their hands
eagerly; but she hurried on, scarcely hearing their congratulations
and good-natured jests. At the door she reached back, caught Mostyn's
hand, and drew him out into the open. A few paces away stood a couple
under a tree. And toward them Dolly hastened, now holding to the arm
of her companion. Then he recognized Ann and saw that she was with a
tall, ungainly young man of eighteen or twenty. The two stood quite
close together.

"Ann," Dolly said, sharply, pausing a few feet from the pair, "come
here, I want to see you."