"Oh, yes, I can return here as soon as my partner gets back! He promised that I should take a week's holiday then. So, if he gets back on Saturday evening, expect to see me here on Sunday morning, in time to wait on you to church."
"Stop; not so fast, my dear! You can take your week's holiday at any time, I suppose?"
"At any time this month or next."
"Very well. Now, dear boy, I want you to promise me two or three things."
"I will promise you anything in the world you wish."
"Then listen. Every time I write to you I will inclose within my letter another letter, sealed and directed to me, which you must stamp and post at the Wendover post-office. Will you do that for me?"
While she spoke the young man gazed at her in unqualified amazement.
"Will you do that for me?" she repeated.
"I solemnly promise to do that for you, although I am all in the dark as to what you would be at," earnestly answered Craven Kyte.
"I thank you, dearest dear," cooed the siren, caressing him tenderly.