"No, not now,—all that can wait."
"Good-night, then, since you will let me say nothing more."
Winifred answered with a farewell glance, full of confidence and of love. Then the door closed after Flint, and Winifred threw open the folding-doors into the dining-room.
"How do you do, Miss Marsden?" she said, taking Tilly's hand.
The girl looked at her, stupidly bewildered.
"You do not recognize me, I see, but I [Pg 337] remember you from seeing you with Leonard Davitt down at Nepaug."
Tilly blushed painfully, but Winifred took no notice of her embarrassment.
"Mr. Flint said you were belated in your trip to the city, so he brought you to us for the night," Winifred continued, as if it were the most natural episode in the world.
"And did he tell you—"
"He told me nothing else. He was in a hurry, I suppose."