“Nothing of the kind, Janey. I knew the whole thing was a mistake.”
She stopped him with a touch of her hand on his arm. “Don’t,” she said, “it isn’t a mistake, Baldy. I was just a bit—low—in my mind——”
“Do you think I am going to let you marry Towne?”
There was a long silence. The bird in the Glen said, “Whippoorwill—whippoorwill,” in dull reiteration, the tree-toads shrilled, the rising moon drew a line of gold across the horizon.
At last Jane spoke. “Dearest, I must marry him. There’s no way out. He’s done so much for me—and some day, perhaps, I’ll love him.”
CHAPTER XXIV
HAUNTED
It was after the day when she had met Evans in the Glen that Jane began to be haunted by ghosts.
There was a ghost who wandered through Sherwood on moonlights, a limping, hesitating ghost who said, “You’re wine, Jane. I must have my daily sip of you.”