“We will only be away for a few days, a week at most, as I shall have to be back, I suppose, for the adjourned inquest. We are going to London, and if you are a good girl I will bring you back a smart gown.”
“But father—to-morrow you agreed—for Mr. Temple to come here.”
“Mr. Temple must wait; I did not like to tell him I was going to be married to-morrow when he proposed to come. I will leave a note for him, and give orders that he can have the mare over on trial whenever he likes. Well, May, come and give me a kiss, and wish me happiness.”
The girl rose up at her father’s bidding and kissed his brow.
“I wish you happiness, father,” she said, in a low, faltering voice, and then she turned away and suddenly left the room.
She went to her own, and stood at the window looking out on the moonlit garden.
“Will this make any difference to him?” she was thinking, and a vague uneasiness stole into her heart.