I hope"--forcing herself to speak
more lightly--"I hope he won't be too shocked at my flight to the yacht
last night to marry me after all!"
Ann laughed.
"I don't think you need be afraid," she answered affectionately. "But
Eliot!" She paused in consternation, then went on quickly: "What did he
think when he found you there, Cara? Do you know what he thought?"
Cara's expression hardened a little.
"Yes, I know," she said shortly.
"And I can guess," returned Ann. She sprang up from her chair with all
her old characteristic impetuosity. "And he's not going to think--that--a
moment longer. I suppose"--her voice seemed to glow and the eyes she bent
on Cara were wonderfully tender--"I suppose you wouldn't explain because
you wanted to keep me out of it?" Then, as Cara nodded assent: "I thought
so! Well, I'm not going to be kept out of it. I'm going straight across to
Heronsmere--now, at once--to tell Eliot the whole truth."
She swept Cara's protest royally aside, and within a few minutes Cara
herself was on her way home and Billy Brewster flinging the harness on the
pony's back at unprecedented speed.
But Dick Turpin was spared the necessity of making the whirlwind rush to
Heronsmere which loomed ahead of him, by the opportune appearance of Eliot
himself at the Cottage gate.
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