At this point of her musings the landlord of the inn unceremoniously entered the room.
"I wish you to leave my house to-day," he said.
She smiled sadly. This was the second time in her young life that she had been undeservedly thrust forth upon the world. But she ventured a gentle remonstrance.
"Give me till to-morrow," she pleaded, "and I will go. It is so sudden, and I am not prepared."
"I have nothing to do with that," he said roughly. "You must go to-day."
"If it must be," she said, resignedly, "I must submit. Will you kindly ask Mr. Leonard Paget to come to me?"
Needless to say that this cruel move had been prompted by the villain with whom Emilia was presently once more face to face.
"Have you reflected upon my offer?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. "I cannot accept it."
He shrugged his shoulders, but not exactly at his ease. Did the rejection mean that she intended to fight for her rights? This might prove awkward. Her next words reassured him and made him jubilant again.