"It is not he, my false lover, that wants me; I am sure of that. It is my aunt that has sent you," she continued.
"No, it is your uncle, Mr. Carew," he replied.
"But I have no uncle," she replied, in surprise.
He was nonplused at her persistence in deception, and said, with rising impatience:
"You must really go with me and see Mr. Carew. If there is any mistake he will detain you but a few minutes."
"Will you not go and bring him here?" she asked, beseechingly.
"And give you a chance to escape while I am away? No; I am too sharp for that. Get your bonnet and come with me to the hotel where your uncle is staying," replied Mr. Wren, firmly.
With a stifled sob she rose to obey, although she said:
"You are very cruel, and I warn you that if I am sent to the lunatic asylum I shall kill myself."
"They will not send you there," he replied, soothingly.