"Bessie!"
"Mr. Stowell!"
"Good gracious, girl, what are you doing here?"
And then she told him.
III
"The brute! The beast! Did you tell him your train was late?"
"No. He ought to have known that for himself."
"So he ought. You are quite right there, Bessie. But didn't your mother...."
"Mother is afraid of her life of the man. She daren't say anything."
"Was there any other house he might have thought you would go to—any neighbour's, any relation's?"