Thank fortune, there was Prue coming back. She had made good time, even to his anxious mind.
The girl's wheel glided up, and she alighted from it as swiftly as a bird would have done.
CHAPTER III.
"I WANT TO ASK YOU A QUESTION."
She bent down over Lawrence, who opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Oh!" she said, in a whisper. The thought which sprang swiftly into her mind was the thought of the last time she had seen this man. It was the time when she had told him that she had changed her mind about marrying him, and had decided to marry Lord Maxwell. But later, Lord Maxwell, for financial reasons and under parental influence, had also changed his mind, and had married somebody else. This was in Prudence's thought as she said, "Oh!" in a whisper.
"You see I'm not dead," remarked Lawrence, "only devilishly unlucky."
Prudence stood up erect.
"It quite relieves me to hear you say devilishly," she responded; "cheers my heart, indeed."
"But why?"