The woman would not reply, and Editha said:
“Whether he has ever carried it so far with any one else is doubtful; but I heard him say once, when they both thought I was asleep, that unless something turned up pretty soon he would be obliged to go to lecturing again, and showing off in the old way, which I took to mean that he had once lectured upon the subject of mesmerism, and tried his experiments upon the public.”
“The wretch! He will have an opportunity to practice something else, and show off in a different way before long, I’m thinking,” Earle answered, sternly.
Day was beginning to break, and the occupants of the house were arousing from their slumbers.
“My darling,” Earle said to Editha, “you must have a larger and more airy room than this immediately;” and he arose and rang the bell.
“Earle, you will not leave me?” she said, the frightened look returning to her face.
“No; I shall only go to the door to speak with the waiter; and you,” turning to her attendant, “will please assist Miss Dalton to dress meanwhile, so that she can be moved.”
The waiter soon knocked at the door, and Earle stepped just outside to converse with him.
He told him something of what had happened during the night, and the man expressed no little surprise at what he heard, and that the long lost Miss Dalton had been concealed in that house. He then asked him if it would be possible for him to give Miss Dalton a better room, and he replied that some of the guests had already departed on an early train, and he should have a first-class room at his disposal in fifteen minutes.
A half-hour later Editha was borne into a beautiful apartment, where not long after she and Earle breakfasted together, a heavy burden lifted from both their hearts, while the former, happy in the presence of her lover, seemed to grow brighter, stronger, and more like herself every moment.