“Kate! Kate!”
She uttered a spasmodic cry, turned sharply round, and half ran to the window with every pulse throbbing with excitement, for she felt that the help she had prayed for last night had come.
Chapter Twenty One.
There was no hesitation on the part of Kate Wilton. The dread was gone, and she rapidly drew up the blind and opened the casement window.
“You?” she said quickly, as she held out her hands, which were caught at once and held.
“Yes; who should it be, my child? Were you afraid that insolent young scoundrel would dare to do such a thing?”
“At first,” she faltered, and then quickly, “I hardly knew what to think; I was afraid someone was going to break in. Oh, Mr Garstang, why have you come?”
He uttered a little laugh.