“Thank you,” said Stratton quietly. “I know everything.”
“What? I did not see you at the church.”
“No; I had not the heart to come. I said I would, but I stayed away.”
“Good. Right,” said Guest.
“But I was obliged to come to see her go—for one glance unseen.”
“And you saw the arrest?”
“I saw the struggle in the crowd. A man hurried into a cab, which was driven off. I was some distance away—in the square.”
“Ah!” ejaculated Guest, and then there was a pause, broken at last by Stratton, who said solemnly:
“Saved from a life of misery and despair. Thank God! thank God!”