'To-morrow.'
He staid no further question. He opened the gate and led the little lady across the few steps to the door.
'Gyda,' said he as they went in, 'let us have some coffee and anything else that can be had quickly. Three people wanting it.' And with that he went into the next room for the cushions.
'I shall stand for an upholsterer one of these days,' he remarked, as he arranged and prepared Wych Hazel's easy chair. 'There! Now!'
He unfastened and threw off the rough cloak, much as if he did not like it; took Wych Hazel's hands and put her in her place.
'What have you got to say to me?' he queried softly.
Hazel felt extremely shy and discomposed at the course things had taken. It had been no part of her plan to have her escapade known to any but the old servants at home; and here she was, not only discovered but carried off,and that with Mr. Falkirk's strictures still sounding in her ears. Yet her first words went to another point.
'You should not touch me,' she said with a gentle little push,'I have not washed my face. And you know I had to use every means I could think of to quiet the child.'
Hazel shivered a little, thinking what the screams had been at first when she took the case in hand. Dane's eyes laughed and sparkled, but he only disregarded her admonitions, and remarked that she 'did not answer him?'
'Mr. Rollo, I must go home. Mr. Falkirk will be so vexed.'