But she renewed their agreement that he should precede her by twelve hours, and meet her at a designated place in Philadelphia on Friday morning.
And she stayed with him until quite late in the evening, and finally left him comforted with the hope of a speedy meeting and a certain marriage.
For the edification of her landladies, the precise Misses Crane, she trumped up a story that at once explained the necessity of her sudden journey North, and, as usual, redounded to her own credit.
She had received a telegram, she said, from a friend who had just lost her father, and who was in great affliction. And she must go on immediately to comfort that bereaved soul.
The Misses Crane, as usual, thought she was an angel in woman's form, and bade her heaven speed on her benevolent errand.
And now she stood upon the deck of the "Pocahontas," waiting for that traveling companion whom she had fatally beguiled to be her escort.
The boat was getting up her steam, and yet he had not made his appearance.
What if he should not come, after all?
Just as she asked this question it was answered by his rapid approach.
He came up, traveling-bag in hand, happy, smiling, radiant.