“It was night when Heartsell and Wallingford arrived at Memphis, and the first thing they did was to go immediately to the old brick house to ascertain whether the woman was gone or not. They found the building empty. They entered and examined the rooms, and after satisfying themselves that the woman was gone, they departed.
“‘Well, Wallingford,’ observed Heartsell, as they walked toward Mr. Rockland’s house, ‘you see I was right after all; she was undoubtedly Demar’s wife, and they have fled together.’
“‘Yes, that is true, and I am glad we are rid of them. Demar was a greater rascal than I ever thought he was.’
“‘My dear fellow,’ replied Heartsell, ‘I never had any faith in him from the start. I always thought he was a consummate hypocrite. He assumed a pious dignity that I know was all a sham. Wasn’t it fortunate for your sister that I happened to watch his movements?’
“‘Indeed it was, Heartsell; she owes you a big debt, and I dare say if love can pay it she will be glad to liquidate the obligation.’
“‘Ah! you have cause to be proud of your charming sister. Do you know that I think she is the most talented woman I ever knew?’
“‘My sister is a very sensible girl.’
“‘Indeed she is, Wallingford, and she has an angel’s disposition. She is too good for me, but if pure love and devotion can make her happy, be assured she should never know sorrow.’
“‘You have heard of men counting the chickens before they were hatched, haven’t you, Heartsell?’
“‘Of course I have; but what has that to do with this matter?’