“I promise to let you understand it, if you do just as I tell you.”
“I will.”
“Be at this very spot then to-morrow morning, at six o’clock. Come here, Davy. This boy will take you where I shall tell him.”
She looked from the one to the other.
“I’ll risk it,” she said.
“Put on a clean frock, and take a change of linen with you and your dressing things. No harm shall come to you.”
“I’m not afraid,” she answered, but looked as if she would cry.
“Of course you will not tell anyone.”
“I will not, Mr MacPhail.”
“You are trusting me a great deal, Rose; but I am trusting you too —more than you think.—Be off with that bag, Davy, and be here at six to-morrow morning, to carry this young woman’s for her.”