"It seems all right," she said, encouragingly.
Geraldine flew to get on her warmest wraps, and Cissy invited Mr. Rhodes to come in to the fire.
"I will light the gas," she said, hospitably, but he shrank back into the shadowy hall.
"No, thank you, I must go down and look after the horses. Please tell the young lady to hurry," he said, in that strange, muffled voice, retreating down the stair-way as he spoke.
Geraldine was ready in a minute, and Cissy went down with her to the sleigh, an elegant turn-out, with two horses.
"Don't stay too late, dear, or you may take cold," cautioned Cissy, tenderly; and then they kissed each other good-by, little dreaming how long it would be, poor dears, before they met and kissed again.
[CHAPTER XXIV.]
IN THE POWER OF A FIEND.