"I had to wait, as he was busy with a patient," said he, apologetically, handing her the letter she desired.
Madeline tore open the missive with eager fingers, and read:
Miss Madeline W.:
Thank you for your faith in me. I will meet you at the place and time appointed. Do not fail me. Respectfully,
C. Vaughan.
She drew a long breath of relief.
"Thank you, Henry. Now I shall leave this place; promise me that you will not tell your master where I went or how. Will you promise?"
"I will, miss," said the man, earnestly. "Is this all I can do?"
"If you would be my true friend—if I might trust you, Henry—I would ask more of you. But I should ask you to work against your master. He has wronged me cruelly, and I need a friend who can serve me as you can quite easily. I should not command you as a servant, but ask you to aid me as a true friend, for I think your heart is whiter than his."
And Henry was won. Starting forward, he exclaimed: