“Yes, he left a letter for you,” answered May; “a—very strange thing has happened, Mr. Temple.”
“What has happened?” asked John, smiling, and thinking the while how lovely she looked.
“After you left last night,” and the blush deepened as she spoke, “he told me he was going away to be married to-day.”
“To be married!” echoed John, in great surprise.
“Yes, it has upset me very much; I do not like the person; I do not like it at all.”
“And you knew nothing about it?”
“He told me a few days ago he was thinking of going to be married again; but this is so sudden—I am very much distressed about it.”
“You must not let it worry you.”
“But I can’t help it worrying me; I can’t bear the idea of it—it has made me very unhappy.”
May was standing with her hand leaning on the back of the chair from which she had risen at John’s entrance, and somehow it seemed only natural that he now should put his brown hand over her white one in a consoling manner.