"Here," answered a voice, and the peddler emerged from the trees and stood beside her. "You're a treasure, Mrs. Susan Sharpe," said the peddler—"worth your weight in crown diamonds. How is she?"
"As well as can be expected. A good deal the better for seeing you from her window last evening."
"I saw you both watching. She knows I have come to rescue her?"
"Of course. She is a woman."
"Does she recognize you?"
"No," with a laugh. "She called me her best friend last night. If she only knew!"
"She would still call you her best friend, perhaps. Your 'make-up' is a good one, Sarah, since she has failed to recognize you. What brought the doctor?"
Susan Sharpe briefly told him.
Mr. Ingelow whistled expressively.
"So soon? But I have thought so. He is not the man to wait. Well, we must be ahead of him, Sarah."