"You poor girl," he said, kneeling beside her and, placing both arms around her inert form, he drew her gently to him.
In her stormy grief, Venna's power of resistance was gone. She knew she was suffering keenly; but without definitely realizing the cause. But Hadly's caresses soon brought her to her full senses, and she withdrew from his arms in great anxiety.
"Your car is here. Can you take me to the train immediately?"
"I will take you to New York, right to the hospital, dear," was his ready answer.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed excitedly. "But, auntie—how can we tell her?"
"Is she home?"
"No, she went out this morning for a long ride with the Jetsons. They are probably caught in the storm somewhere. It will be impossible to find her. We must not lose the next train," she exclaimed, glancing hurriedly at her watch which pointed to 3:30.
"When do you expect her home?"
"Maybe not until six o'clock dinner. Oh, we must hurry!"
"Yes, by that time we can be in New York. Get your things quickly. Your aunt must follow. Ring for Stella. I will explain to her while you get ready."