'It was a deal more peaceable without her, naughty girl!' thought Mrs.
Marston as she sadly and lethargically put on her clothes.
'Well, Edward!' she exclaimed, when she came down in her crimson shawl with the ball fringe, 'here's a to-do! A minister of grace with a pocket-handkerchief round his head coming to his house in the dead of night with a wild old man. What's happened? Oh, my dear, is it your arteries? We wondered where you were, Hazel Marston!'
'I'm very shivery, mother,' Edward said.
'Something hot and sweet!' She bustled off. They were alone for the first time.
'Hazel, why didn't you tell me about this man? It was not kind or right of you.'
'There was nought to tell.' She fidgeted.
'But he must have seen you several times.'
'I was near telling you, but I thought you'd be angered.'
'Angry! With you! Oh, to think of you in such danger!'
'What danger?'