“Has it gone very far between them?” The concern in her voice brought a harsh laugh from Corrigan.
“Far enough, I guess. He’s been riding with her; every day for three weeks, her aunt told me. He’s a fiery, impetuous devil!”
“Don’t worry,” she consoled. “And now,” she directed; “get out of here. I’ve been on the go for days and days, and I want to sleep. I shall go out to see Rosalind tomorrow—to surprise her, Jeff—to surprise her. Ha, ha!”
“I’ll have a rig here for you at nine o’clock,” said Corrigan. “Take your trunks—she won’t order you away. Tell her that Trevison sent for you—don’t mention my name; and stick to it! Well, pleasant dreams,” he added as he went out.
As the door closed the woman stood looking at it, a sneer curving her lips.
CHAPTER XVI
WHEREIN A WOMAN LIES
“Aren’t you going to welcome me, dearie?”