“He wanted me to wait at his aunt’s a little while first and then write to Joe again.”
“I don’t—I want you to start tomorrow morning; this morning, I mean. I’ll take you to the station and buy your ticket, and your husband can send me back the money.”
“Oh, I can’t—I can’t—you mustn’t—” she stammered, reddening and paling. “Besides, they’ll never let me leave here without paying.”
“How much do you owe?”
“Fourteen dollars.”
“Very well; I’ll pay that for you; you can leave me your revolver as a pledge. But you must start by the first train; have you any idea at what time it leaves the Grand Central?”
“I think there’s one at eight.”
He glanced at his watch.
“In less than two hours, then; it’s after six now.”
She stood before him with fascinated eyes.