Scott and Le Moyne left the house, and as the door closed after them Meg arose, and standing before Crisp, with lips fairly purple with rage, and eyes from which gleamed the fire of hatred, she said:
“Crisp, we may as well get our money and go. There’s another one on our track, and there is no use to try to hide it any longer. They’ll shut the whole of us up.”
“They never will; we’ll slip away first.”
“But we must get the money first.”
“Yes,” said Crisp, sullenly, “but the devil seems to be to pay all around.”
Meg and Crisp spent the remainder of the day in planning just how they would take their departure from the city, and so greatly was Meg’s mind disturbed by the appearance of Le Moyne that she slept but little.
It was near the middle of October that Scott called one day to visit Miss Elsworth. He had called often, and each visit served to increase his respect and admiration. Not that he had any intention of falling in love with her, but there was a charm about her that made him desirous of her company. She was so beautiful, so simple in her attire, so easy and graceful in her manners, and above all so entertaining in her conversation that he forgot half his heartaches when in her society. June had said to him one day as he sat reading:
“Scott, why do you not marry Miss Elsworth?”
“How do you know that I could?” he asked, in true Yankee style.