“Auntie,” interposed Helen in alarm.
“I will take charge of all the wedding arrangements,” ran on Auntie, fairly bubbling over. “Come early in the afternoon, Mr. Gladwin. I must get my girls to bed. Good night––come, girls.”
Mrs. Burton started for the door and Helen lingered behind.
“Oh, whatever shall I do?” she whispered to Gladwin.
“Whatever your heart dictates,” he whispered in reply.
“And did he escape?” came the frightened query, as she dropped her eyes and blushed.
“Yes, and they will never get him.”
“Thank you!” She gave him her hand for a moment and was gone.