“I do not know,” she faltered.
He turned slightly in his seat, and reached for a rug.
“A disorderly pile on the floor as usual,” he said with a slight smile. “Don’t your friends ever put the rugs back on the rack, Eveley?”
“No, never,” she replied, smiling, too, but gravely.
He tucked the rug closely about her, but she still shivered, and a sense of dread was heavy upon her.
When they came at last to the branch in the road, he looked carefully about in every direction, and then told her to drive quickly. Under his direction she took the car far back from the road in a sheltered place, and stopped the engine.
“Please hurry, will you? I have not Angelo with me this time, and I am afraid.”
“Eveley, I must talk to you first. You know I love you, you must know it. You have tried to discourage me, but I will not take discouragement. I shall never go away without you.”
“Are you going away?”
“Yes, to-night. Business takes me away. I am going to South America. I have money—lots of money, and we can start afresh and do well. But I can not go without you.”