“I must speak to you,” he said.
She turned upon him an unmerciful stare.
“How dare you, sir?”
“Forgive me, but I must understand it all,” he exclaimed, excitedly.
“But what right have you, Mr. Latham, to shadow me, or question?”
“To save Robert Milburn’s home—that’s what. I should think you, who owe so much to his friendship, would not dare to do this.” He caught her by the hand:
“Come with me where we can talk it over alone, or you will never regret it but once, and that once will be always.”
She consented reluctantly, and they walked off together.
So complicated are the webs of fate, that this step, though hastily taken, gained a secret of the most vital moment to him and to Robert Milburn.