“Jump in, and I’ll tell you,” whispered the man. “Getting hot.”
Barron jumped into the cab, which was rapidly driven off after instructions had been given through the trap to the driver, and the next minute it was out of sight.
Meanwhile, Edie had stood listening till she heard the hall door closed, and then turned to where her cousin was gazing thoughtfully at the window, not having moved since Barron left the room.
“Listening to his beloved footsteps, Myra?” said Edie sarcastically.
Myra turned upon her with her eyes flashing, but a smile came upon her lips, and she said:
“Well, Edie, am I to congratulate you, too?”
“What about?” flashed out the girl, bitterly mortified by the position in which she had been placed. “Being made a laughing stock for you?”
“What do you mean, dear?” said Myra, startled by the girl’s angry way; but there was no answer, and, full of eagerness now, Myra caught her hands. “Mr Barron said just now that Mr Stratton came to propose for you.”
“For me?” cried Edith bitterly. “Absurd!”
“But I always thought he was so attentive to you, dear. I always felt that you were encouraging him.”