She started in amazement and coming close, her hands closed upon my arm eagerly.
"It can't be possible! You know where he is and you will bring him to me?"
She was pitifully eager and the tears were bright in her eyes.
"Be assured of it. Miss Holbrook. He is near by and well; but you must not trouble about him or about anything. And now I am going to take you home. Come! There is much to do, and I must be off. But you will keep a good heart; you are near the end of your difficulties."
She was quite herself again when we reached St. Agatha's, but at the door she detained me a moment.
"I like you, Larry!" she said, taking my hand; and my own mother had not given me sweeter benediction. "I never intended that Helen should play with you. She may serve me as she likes, but I don't want her to singe your wings, Larry."
"I have been shot at in three languages, and half drowned in others, and rewards have been offered for me. Do you think I'm going down before a mere matter of beaux yeux! Think better of me than that!"
"But she is treacherous; she will deliver you to the Philistines without losing a heart-beat."
"She could, Miss Patricia, but she won't!"
"She has every intention of marrying Gillespie; he's the richest man she knows!"