Miss Gastonguay stared helplessly at her brother. His shaking hands were pinning the shawl together. With a groan she seized a hat and wrap for herself, and followed him as he slipped noiselessly down the staircase.
CHAPTER XXXI.
H. ROBINSON AGAIN.
Justin would not permit Derrice to go alone to French Cross. Captain White had assured him that he had better allow her to do so; that to accompany her at such an unusual time would be sure to call attention to them, but Justin would not be persuaded.
He relied on the presence of the large number of strangers in the town to avert observation from their movements. In any case, he would not leave his young wife to face alone this crisis in her life. And now he must tell her of their mission. She knew that her father had not been well, but she did not dream that his illness was serious.
"Derrice," he said, looking into her quietly smiling face, "I have not told you why we are going to French Cross."
"No; you are strangely mysterious, but I always like to go with you whether I understand or not."
"Darling, there is some one waiting to see you,—some one whom you dearly love."
"Not my father? Oh, not my father,—my dear, dear father?"