“I fear he must have guessed your feelings towards him, for he refuses to come here. He has asked me to meet him at the ‘Pelham Arms.’”
Barbara said nothing further, for at that moment her husband reentered the room.
The next day at the appointed hour Mrs. Pelham put on her things and prepared to walk to the “Pelham Arms.” Pelham met her in the avenue and asked where she was going.
“To the ‘Pelham Arms,’ to meet Luke Tarbot.”
“Why doesn’t he come here?” said Pelham. “He ought not to order you about in that style.”
“He didn’t order me, Dick. I invited him here, knowing that you and Barbara would give me free leave to do so.”
“Of course,” said Pelham.
“But he preferred seeing me at the ‘Arms,’ and as I had no excuse to offer, I of course agreed. I shall be back before long. Good-by.”
“Won’t you have the carriage?” called Dick after her.
“No, it is a lovely morning, and I shall enjoy the walk.”