A flutter of feminine apparel, a little shriek of girlish delight, and the sisters were locked in each others’ arms, to the wonderment of the man who watched below.
Then the jehu carried in the trunk, the door closed, the carriage rumbled away and the street resumed its wonted appearance.
Eric was puzzled.
He had not counted on this.
Had any of the others?
What effect would it have on the anticipated elopement, he wondered.
Here was the lover with his vehicle on hand, and such a nature as Paul Prescott’s would not brook interference.
The affair became more complicated.
Darrell would have given something to have had the next two hours over.