She stole to the door as soon as it was unlocked.
Ah! how sweet and fragrant was the early morning. How cool and green the grass looked, wet with the morning dew! Little she dreamed that ere the day waned that same grass would be dyed with a human being's blood.
She shivered as she stepped forth into the grounds. With hurried steps she crossed the lawn, and went into the rose-garden beyond. There she saw Royal Ainsley. He was pacing the little path by the brook, his face white, his eyes angry-looking, downcast and sullen.
"So you have come at last, eh?" he exclaimed, angrily.
"I am here," she responded, tremulously.
"I was just about to go and wake up the household," he cried, his rage increasing.
"Now, that I am here, you will not have to do that," she answered, wearily.
"Where is the money?" he asked, abruptly.
She held it in her hand, but clutched it more tightly.