Greatly excited, and painfully so, Ralph hastened at once to the lodgings of Edith. She was luckily alone. She cried out, as he entered—
"Well, Ralph, she will come with us?"
"No!"
"No!—and why not, Ralph! I must go and see her."
"She will not see you, Edith."
"Not see me!"
"No! She positively declines to see you."
"Why, Ralph, that is very strange. What can it mean?"
"Mean, Edith, it means that I am very unfortunate. I have been a blind fool if nothing worse."
"Why, what can you mean, Ralph. What is this new mystery? This is, surely, a place of more marvels than—"