There were two of them; and while the first went swiftly in a given direction (towards the timbered gully), the second made a quick circuit of the premises, and, as it happened, intercepted the first among the trees as though she had been lying in wait there for hours. Then it was “O Missy!” and Arabella uttered a stifled, terrified scream.
“Yes, it's Missy,” said that young woman soberly. “And I wonder what we're doing out here at this time of night, both of us?”
“I'm having a walk,” said Arabella, giggling half hysterically.
“That's exactly what I'm doing; so we can walk together.”
“You've followed me out, you mean liar!” cried Arabella, with wholly hysterical wrath. She had, indeed, been for pushing forward after the first shock, but when Missy stepped out alongside there was nothing for it but a pitched battle on the spot.
“I have so,” said Missy. “I know all about it, you see.”
“All about what?”
“What you are after.”
“And what am I after, since you're so mighty clever?”
“You're meeting that man.”