“I’m so sorry,” said Matt, in a woe-begone tone.
“Well, you’ll have to come again to-morrow evening, then, if you want to go on with it, that’s certain. Good-night again.”
“Till to-morrow, then,” said Matt, raising his hat.
He walked briskly down the gravel-path, glowing with the pleasure of the evening, and looking forward to another pleasant free meal on the morrow. Then his eye sought the moon again, but the cloud-rack had covered it up entirely.
CHAPTER XI
A HOSTAGE TO FORTUNE
Lying awake next morning after a night of troubled dreams, it flashed upon him that he ought scarcely to go and see Miss Coble again upon the mere impulsive invitation given on the door-step without her father’s knowledge. He was angry with
