“Yes, it seems so now,” said Paul, disturbed. “My one idea about it was that it might make her less confident that she was all-important to him; in that way we could keep her on here a while longer.”
“Yes, with a broken heart.”
“Oh, hearts! rubbish!—the point was to make her stay. You haven’t half an idea how important it is, and I can’t tell you; she cannot go back to him until I have been down there and—and changed some things, made new arrangements.”
“I think it the greatest cruelty I have ever heard of!” She hurried through the woods towards the tents; Paul followed her.
The judge came out as they approached. “She is reading it,” he said in a whisper. “Tennant, I hope you know what you are about?”
“Yes; that letter will make her stay,” answered Paul, decisively.
Eve turned to enter the tent.
“The fifteen minutes are not up,” said Paul, holding her back.
She drew away from him, but she did not try to enter again; they waited in silence.
Then came a sound. Eve ran within, the two men behind her.