So saying, Dick rang for his valet and disappeared. But sleep was driven far from Anna for that day. She, too, found her best restorative in a bath, a change of dress, and a cup of strong coffee. Having drank this last, she went down into the drawing-room to wait for the other members of the family. But even there she could not be at rest, the news of this intended duel had excited her so much; and not that she cared for her cousin Alexander, either, but that she cared for Drusilla: and she was anxious for the return of Dick, to know whether the detective policemen had succeeded in tracing Alexander in time to stop his murderous and suicidal purpose. She walked from window to door, and from door to window, unable to sit still; she took up a book, and laid it down; tried her embroidery frame, and cast it aside, unable to read or work; she opened her piano, but could not play. So she maundered about until the family circle began to gather. The first that appeared was little Lenny, in the arms of his nurse. He looked fresh, bright and gay from his morning walk, and was full of chatter about a monkey and an organ grinder. Next came Drusilla, looking rather pale, but very pretty in her plainly banded dark hair and her cool white morning dress. She greeted Anna, and then sat down and called her child to her knee, and began to ask him about his morning walks. And Lenny, having found his most interested hearer, chattered away faster than ever. The third comer was General Lyon, looking quite refreshed after several hours of undisturbed repose. “Good-morning, my dears. I hope I have not kept you waiting,” he said, as he saluted the two ladies. “Oh no, sir; we are almost just assembled,” said Drusilla. “Then, my dear Anna, ring and order breakfast at once. But where is Dick? At the nearest mews, giving his opinion of the proprietor’s latest purchase, I dare say.” “Oh, no, sir. He is not there; but he did not feel like sleeping, so he took a bath and dressed and went out to take a walk. He told me he would be back in time for breakfast,” said Anna. “And you would have thought Anna was some young girl waiting a visit from her betrothed, to have seen her go from one window to another, and gaze out up and down the street,” said Drusilla. “Anna, you do look a little nervous and excited; what is the matter?” anxiously inquired the General, for he, too, feared that the ‘unlucky dog’ might again have broken bounds and given her trouble. “What is it, Anna?” “It is loss of rest, grandpa. I could not sleep, so I did not even lie down. These late hours are a terrible tax on a country-bred woman like myself,” replied Anna, evasively. “To everybody, Anna. I must really put my veto upon parties for _every night_. For once a week now I would consent to them——But here is Dick at last!—Why the deuce don’t that fellow serve breakfast! Did you ring, Anna?”