There was the briefest of pauses; then she went on––
“On one condition.”
“What do you mean?”
Iredale looked his surprise.
“Now you must hear me, George,” she went on 303 eagerly. “You have charged me with this thing. You must abide by my time. A day more or less can make little difference to you.”
“But I wish to give myself up before others can make the charge.”
“Just so. And in the meantime I want your promise not to come to the farm until the”––she paused to make a swift mental calculation––“day after to-morrow at four o’clock in the afternoon.”
“Tell me your reason.”
“That is my own.” The girl was smiling now. Then she again became excited. “Promise, promise, promise! There is no time to lose. Even now I fear we are too late.”
Iredale looked dubiously at her. Suddenly he saw her face darken.