Mollie tossed her head defiantly.
“So you say; but there is something even stronger than will, Mr Melland.”
“And that is—”
“Fate!” cried Mollie dramatically.
The blue eyes and the brown met in a flashing glance; then the girl dropped a demure curtsey, and ran lightly upstairs.
Chapter Fifteen.
In the Village Church.
The shopping expedition was, by common consent, postponed until the middle of the following week, when Jack Melland would have taken his departure.