The wind was whistling in our ears and a few scattering raindrops struck our faces. The two women clung to each other without saying anything as though they would never let each other go.
Now the old man, who had evidently thought better of it, came running out with a great hullabaloo, and behind him the maids, whom he had summoned, with lamps and candles.
He threw himself between mother and daughter and let loose.
"My dear child, if the blessing of a loving father----"
She shook him off--just like a wet dog. With a jump into the carriage--I behind--off!
CHAPTER VII
There we were seated together. Torches flickering at the gate. Then everything dark and black.
Gentlemen, that was a memorable ride!
The carriage wheels splashed through the mud puddles--ss--ss--ss. The wind whistled and howled. The rain drummed on the top of the carriage--tara tata! Tara tata!
"And now, what are you going to do with her?" I asked myself.