'Second P.S.—Of course you must manage Jack Huysen with a little discretion. I don't want to be drawn into it any more than I can help; I mean, I would just hate to write to him direct and ask him for a particular favour; but this is a very little one, and you know him as well as any of us. And mind you burn this letter—instantly—the moment you have read it—for it is just full of nonsense and wool-gathering; and it will not occur again. Toujours a toi. C.H.'
'What have you been writing all this time?' her father said, when she rose.
'A letter—to Emma Kerfoot.'
'It will make her stare. You don't often write long letters.'
'I do not,' said she, gravely regarding the envelope; and then she added solemnly: 'But this is the record of a chapter in my life that is now closed for ever—at least, I hope so.'
CHAPTER III.
HESITATIONS.
The waggonette stood at the door; Miss Carry's luggage was put in; and her father was waiting to see her off. But the young lady herself seemed unwilling to take the final step; twice she went back into the inn, on some pretence or another; and each time she came out she looked impatiently around, as if wondering at the absence of some one.
'Well, ain't you ready yet?' her father asked.
'I want to say good-bye to Ronald,' she said half angrily.