"Well—maybe—just for to-night," said Gipsy, slowly yielding; "but mind, I must go back to-morrow."
"And may I be kicked to death by grasshoppers, if ever I let you go back," muttered the squire to himself.
"Here comes the manager, Mr. Barnes," said Gipsy, raising her voice; "these are my friends, and I am going home with them to-night."
"You'll be back to-morrow in time for the rehearsal" inquired Mr. Barnes, in no very pleased tone of voice.
"Oh, yes, to be sure," said Gipsy, as she ran off to get her hat and cloak.
"We'll see about that!" said the squire, inwardly, with a knowing nod.
Gipsy soon made her appearance. A cab was in waiting, and the whole party were soon on their way to the hotel.
"And now, tell us all your adventures since the night you eloped from Sunset Hall," said Louis, as they drove along.
"By and by. Tell me first all that has happened at St. Mark's since I left—all about Celeste, and the rest of my friends."
So Louis related all that had transpired since her departure—softening, as much as he could, the outrageous conduct of Minnette.