"I did," answered Charlotte; "and we settled and arranged every thing quite comfortable."
"Did she tell you where she is to meet my uncle to-morrow night?" inquired Frank.
"No: but she told me to mind and be ready to leave in the evening at about seven o'clock," returned Charlotte.
"Well—fortunately I do know where they are to meet—and that's close by the turnpike at Islington Green," said Frank. "She's to go up in a hackney-coach, and be there punctual at eight o'clock; and the old chap is to have the post-chaise and four in readiness. Doesn't he already fancy himself tearing along the great north road, as if the devil was after him! And so nice too did he arrange his plans with his Julia, that there's to be a supper prepared for them at St. Alban's—and off again! Egad! he's settled it pleasant enough: but I'll be even with him!"
"What do you intend to do?" asked Charlotte.
Curtis did not immediately reply; but, after a few moments' consideration, he abruptly exclaimed, "Can you trust any female friend of yours in this business?"
"Well—I don't know—unless it is my own sister Alice, which is a very nice girl, and will do any thing I tell her," was the reply.
"The very thing!" ejaculated Frank. "Is she out at service?"
"No—she's at home with mother," answered Charlotte.
"And will she just consent to take a short ride in a post-chaise and four along with you, if I give her a five-pound note?" demanded Frank.