"No, dear; why should I be?"
"Because in England you can't go on as you have been doing, running away with fair Circass——"
There was nobody looking, so Jack took the liberty of cutting the reproach short with a kiss.
"You must not say any thing more about that, dear Emily; and, after all, I don't think you would have approved of my leaving her to the mercy of those Turks."
"That I should not, Jack."
The youth then handed his young sweetheart into one of the vehicles in waiting, and off they started for the railway, where they found they had to wait ten minutes.
To occupy the time they strolled up and down the platform.
Suddenly Harry Girdwood exclaimed—
"Why, where is Mr. Mole? Did he come in your carriage, Jack?"
"No; I thought he was with you."