“I’m trying to correct a horrible mistake,” he answered gently.

“No––no––no. You must go back to her––right away.”

“To Frances?”

She nodded.

“You don’t understand. She doesn’t want to marry me.”

“You asked her?”

“Yes.”

“And then––and then you came to me?”

“Yes, little girl. She sent me to you. She––why, it was she that made me see straight!”

Her face was still concealed.