"And if I refuse?"
"Then, painful as it is, I must do my duty. You are to give me your answer when I return to Bellair; no time for tricks, mind. If the answer is no, then I interview Mr. John Arthur."
"And you return?—"
"The day after to-morrow."
"Then you shall have my answer. Until then—"
She swept him a stately courtesy, which he returned with a most elaborate bow.
Without another word from either, they separated; she gliding swiftly and silently toward the house, he going once more in the direction of Bellair village.
How long she had slept it never afterward occurred to Miss Arthur to inquire. Something recalled her from the land of visions, and starting up in her chair she saw Céline, standing demurely before her, her face wreathed in smiles, and no signs of any uncanny adventure lingering about her.
Beholding her safe and sound Miss Arthur began to pour out upon the luckless head of Céline, the vials of wrath prepared for her benefit.