"Quite long enough to enable her to love him, and he to love her," said Gowrie, rather pleased to witness this disgust.
"But it's impossible, Angus loved me," she insisted, and a look of wounded pride passed over her face.
"So he told me," responded Gowrie dryly, "but that was two years ago. He said that he never really loved until he met Elspeth."
"Oh, did he?" cried Miss Tedder in disgust. "Then she won't have him for long. He'll be in gaol before many hours pass."
"I hope so," said Gowrie, playing his part extremely well. "I do not want my child to become the bride of a criminal."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I say, Miss Tedder. When I found that my daughter had fled to Herries in Buckinghamshire----"
"How did you know she was there?"
"I found a letter waiting for me at a London address, telling me that she was going to marry Herries."
"Why was not the letter waiting at the inn?"