Seizing the letter, she tore it open, read a few lines, and then dropped it with a look of the utmost disappointment. Then she walked to the window; but only to hurry the next moment from the room, so as to conceal her tears.
Max joined her, though, ten minutes after. “I thought you two had made it up?” he said inquiringly.
“Yes—no—I don’t know,” she answered passionately.
“He’s going out to-morrow, is he?” continued Max musingly. “What’s he going to do?—where’s he going?”
“Have you found out what you want?” said Laura, to turn the current of the conversation.
“Not yet,” he said. “You ought never to have given me the trouble. But I am at work, and so is he.”
“What!” cried Laura eagerly, as she caught her brother’s hand.
“He’s at work too,” said Max. “Bai Jove! he thinks himself very cunning, but he won’t get over me.”
“But you do not mean to say that he is trying to get that creature’s address?” cried Laura pitifully.
“Raving mad after it, bai Jove!” said Max. “You see you want me, Laury. I must take her out of your way altogether, or it’s no good. He won’t throw her up till he hears something.”