“Not till I have received compensation for all that I have done and endured.”
“Compensation?”
“In the shape of a kiss.”
Oh! I won’t say that she threw herself in my arms then and there. No, no! She demurred. All young girls, it seems, demur under the circumstances; but she was adorable, coy and tender in turns, pouting and coaxing, and playing like a kitten till she had taken the papers from me and, with a woman’s natural curiosity, had turned the English letters over and over, even though she could not read a word of them.
Then, Sir, in the midst of her innocent frolic and at the very moment when I was on the point of snatching the kiss which she had so tantalizingly denied me, we heard the opening and closing of the front door.
Mr. Farewell had come home, and there was no other egress from the study save the sitting-room, which in its turn had no other egress but the door leading into the very passage where even now Mr. Farewell was standing, hanging up his hat and cloak on the rack.
4.
We stood hand in hand—Estelle and I—fronting the door through which Mr. Farewell would presently appear.
“To-night we fly together,” I declared.
“Where to?” she whispered.