"She turned upon him almost fiercely, holding it away behind her, as if it were some living thing he might hurt. 'He thought he would meet me at the junction,' she stammered between laughing and crying. 'He was going to London to see his sister--that she might take me in. And he will be here to fetch me this evening. There! Take it!' and suddenly remembering herself she stretched out her hand and gave him the letter.
"'You promised to abide by my decision, you know,' said the old man gravely.
"'I will not!' she cried impetuously. 'Never!'
"'You promised,' he said.
"'I don't care! I don't care!' she replied, clasping her hands nervously. 'No one shall come between us.'
"'Very well,' said Robert Evans, 'then I need not decide. But you had better tell Owen to take the trap to the station to meet your man.'"
[IN CUPID'S TOILS.]
I.
HER STORY.
"Clare," I said, "I wish that we had brought some better clothes, if it were only one frock. You look the oddest figure."