“Yes, why not? she likes you better than anybody in the world; he likes, her, and—. Here, I can’t stop. Good-bye; tell him I’ll be back again as soon as I can, for find her I will to-night.”
“But Mr Wilton—Claud!”
“Ah!” he cried excitedly, turning to her.
“Tell me one thing.”
“Everything,” he cried, wildly, “if you’ll speak to me like that. Someone I thought had got her; I’m about sure now, but—I’d give anything to stop—but I can’t.”
He rushed out into the street, and Jenny returned to her room and work, trembling with a double excitement, one moment blaming herself for being too free with her visitor, the next forgetting everything in the news.
“Oh, Pierce, dear Pierce! if it is only true,” she muttered, as her work dropped from her hands, and she sat hour after hour longing for her brother’s return. This was not till ten, when she was trembling with excitement, and in momentary expectation of seeing Claud Wilton return first.