"I wonder if she's there," escaped the young man's lips as he gazed upon the curtains. "I feel sure she is, and though I am acting in direct opposition to Mr. Hook's express instructions, I know, I could stand it no longer—I had to come.
"Dear Edna! Never did I fully realize the depth of love until now. Never——"
The door was opened suddenly.
A stout, motherly-looking woman stood gazing inquiringly upon his face.
"Mrs. Brown! It's an age since I've seen you. Is Edna here to-night!"
The young man had sprung eagerly forward, extending his hand toward the woman as he spoke.
"Edna! Who are you, sir? I don't know what you mean."
Frank Mansfield laughed.
All eagerness to meet once more the girl he loved, he had for the moment forgotten his disguise.
"Mrs. Brown, don't you know me?"