“The man—I told you about the man I saw watching ‘The Towers,’ well, he has disappeared,” said Rudolph, not sorry to have an excuse for whispering into such a pretty little pink ear.
“Oh! I am glad!”
“So I hope we shall see no more of him.”
“And do you still think—surely you can’t still think—that he was watching Mrs. Dale?”
“Oh, well, don’t know, of course. And at any rate the slight objection I had to your going to ‘The Towers’ has disappeared.”
Mabin felt a strange pleasure at the interest implied in this concern for her. There was a pause, broken by Mabin, who suddenly started, as if waking from a dream.
“The carriage!” cried she. “They have come back. I must go in. Good-by.”
She held out her hand. He took it, and detained it a moment.
“I may come and see you sometimes, when you are at ‘The Towers,’ mayn’t I? For old acquaintance’ sake?”
“Or—for Mrs. Dale’s!” said Mabin quickly, as she snatched away her hand and ran into the house.