The jeopardy of her lover did not seem to affect the young girl with alarm, although her eyes betrayed some interest.
"Then Dunn has gone to the woods?" she said thoughtfully.
"He has," replied Wynn.
"Is that all?" she asked.
"I want to know what you are going to do?"
"I was going back to bed."
"This is no time for trifling, girl."
"I should think not," she said, with a yawn; "it's too early, or too late."
Wynn grasped her wrist more tightly. "Hear me! Put whatever face you like on this affair, you are compromised—and compromised with a man you can't marry."
"I don't know that I ever wanted to marry Low, if you mean him," she said quietly.