"Run to that cottage in the trees, and fetch her a cup of water," said Molly. He hesitated a little.
"Why don't you go?" said Molly, impatiently.
"I have not done speaking to her; you will not leave before I come back?"
"No. Don't you see she can't move in this state?"
He went quickly, if reluctantly.
Cynthia was some time before she could check her sobs enough to speak. At length she said,—"Molly, I do hate him!"
"But what did he mean by saying you were engaged to him? Don't cry, dear, but tell me; if I can help you I will, but I can't imagine what it all really is."
"It's too long a story to tell now, and I'm not strong enough. Look! he's coming back. As soon as I can, let us get home."
"With all my heart," said Molly.
He brought the water, and Cynthia drank, and was restored to calmness.