“I want you to take me and my trunk to the station, Tony,” she said, struggling to make the order a casual one. “Then you are to come back here and go on with your work as usual until Mr. Howe or some one else asks you to do otherwise. I will pay you a month in 267 advance, and by that time you will be told what you are to do.”
Tony eyed her uncomprehendingly.
“You ain’t leavin’ for good, Miss Lucy?” he inquired at last.
“Yes.”
“B—u—t—t—how can you? Ain’t this your home?”
“Not now, Tony.”
The bewildered foreigner scratched his head.
The girl had been kind to him, and he was devoted to her.
“I don’t see——” he began.
“By and by you will understand,” said Lucy gently. “It is all right. I want to go away.”