Beebe reminded her that Constantinople was still unlikely,
and that the Miss Alans only aimed at Athens, "with Delphi,
perhaps, if the roads are safe." But this made no difference to
her enthusiasm. She had always longed to go to Greece even more,
it seemed. He saw, to his surprise, that she was apparently
serious.
"I didn't realize that you and the Miss Alans were still such
friends, after Cissie Villa."
"Oh, that's nothing; I assure you Cissie Villa's nothing to me; I
would give anything to go with them."
"Would your mother spare you again so soon? You have scarcely
been home three months."
"She MUST spare me!" cried Lucy, in growing excitement. "I simply
MUST go away. I have to." She ran her fingers hysterically
through her hair. "Don't you see that I HAVE to go away? I didn't
realize at the time--and of course I want to see Constantinople
so particularly."
"You mean that since you have broken off your engagement you
feel--"
"Yes, yes. I knew you'd understand."
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