And then she marked it with a pencil and closed the book.
At that moment Craven Kyte entered the shop.
On catching sight of her whom he loved and came to meet his face lighted up with joy and he hastened toward her.
But she held up a warning finger to him, and in obedience to its signal he moderated his transports and came to her quietly.
"This is no place to make demonstrations of that sort," she said. "Here, take your pencil and a bit of paper and copy off this address for me," she added, opening the directory and pointing to the name she had marked.
"The Reverend Mr. Borden, number —, —— street," said Craven Kyte, reading the address that he had copied.
"That will do; now come along. We will go straight to that reverend gentleman's house," said Mary Grey.
And they left the shop together.
"Oh, Mary, my love—my love! How tantalizing it is to me to meet you here in public, where I may scarcely take your dear hand, when my heart is nearly breaking with its repressed feelings!" he whispered, in eager tones.
"You impatient boy, you are worse than any spoiled child!" she said, archly.