"Where do you want to go then, my darling? I am ready to go anywhere with you," he replied.
"Then I have a fancy for spending a few days at Havre-de-Grace. It is a very pretty place. We can take the next train and get there in two or three hours."
"Very well, my angel, I will make every effort to catch that train."
"Now, then, tell the coachman to drive fast."
Again Craven Kyte conveyed her orders to the man on the box, who touched up his horses.
And they were whirled rapidly on toward the Asterick Hotel, where they soon arrived.
"Hadn't I better tell the carriage to wait?" inquired Craven Kyte.
"No; send it away. We can pick up another one in a moment," answered his companion.
Craven Kyte paid and discharged the carriage, and they went into the house.
He took his companion up into the private parlor he had engaged for her, and he pressed her to partake of some refreshments while he packed up his portmanteau and paid his bill.