"Carry notes," Badger suggested.
"Yes. Oh, they will do what they can! They sent me a key that fits the door of my room. And they are coming up to see me to-night and to-morrow, they said in their note, in spite of the prohibition. But, of course, they will have to be careful. Father is very set when he makes up his mind to do anything, and he is very stern at times, though he loves me. He thinks he is doing the thing that he ought to do, and that he is really keeping me from throwing myself away——"
"On a drunkard!" said the Westerner bitterly.
"But you don't drink now, Buck! And you never were a drunkard!"
"Perhaps I oughtn't to blame him any whatever!" he grumbled.
"His intentions are good, but it is going to make it hard for us, for, of course, I do not mean to give you up, if he keeps on ordering me to do so from now until the day of——"
"Our marriage!"
She laughed.
"I was going to say the day of my death!"
"I allow that the day of our marriage sounds a good deal better."