"Ah, indeed!" said Mrs. Fredericks. "Well, I will go and see her myself."
She passed through the hall. The lamp was not yet lighted and in the darkness she stumbled over something and nearly fell. As she uttered a slight cry, Johanna hastened in with a light.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, ma'am, it is the young lady's trunk, who arrived about a quarter of an hour ago. Dora forgot to carry it to her room."
Jenny cast an angry glance at the modest box, ran up the stairs and knocked at her sister's door.
"It is I, Gertrude," she called out in her clear ringing voice. She heard light footsteps and the bolt was gently drawn back and the door opened.
"You, Jenny?" inquired Gertrude, just as Frank had said a few minutes before, "you, Jenny?"
It was almost dark in the room; Jenny could not see her sister's face.
"Why do you sit here in the dark, Gertrude? I beg of you tell me quick all that has happened. Mamma and I are dying of anxiety."
"You need have no anxiety," replied Gertrude. "It is all right."
"All right?" asked Jenny in surprise. "You cannot make me believe that, He alone at the table and you up here with your door locked--come confess, child, that you have not made it up."