The girl took the pen into her trembling fingers and wrote:—"Salome Mary Wilton, Elm Cottage, Elm Fields, near Harstone."
"A relation of Dr. Wilton's, I presume?"
"Yes," said Salome. "Dr. Wilton is my uncle."
The man's manner became instantly very respectful.
"It is a very wet morning, Miss Wilton. Shall I call a cab?"
"Oh no, no, thank you," Salome said, hurrying away. But Raymond was frightened at her pale face; it haunted him for many and many a day.
"Yes; we must take a cab. You can't possibly walk back."
"The tram," Salome said,—"the tram; it will be cheaper."
She was very wet, and shivering perceptibly.
At last the corner was reached from whence the tram started. Raymond was thankful to put his sister into the tram; and if ever he repented what he had done, it was at that moment.