It passed
the side of the house; it traveled a little further on; it stopped. She
heard a loud knocking--then the opening of a window--then voices--then a
long silence--than the wheels again coming back--then the opening of the
door below, and the sound of the captain's voice in the passage.
She could endure it no longer. She opened her door a little way and
called to him.
He ran upstairs instantly, astonish ed that she was not in bed. She
spoke to him through the narrow opening of the door, keeping herself
hidden behind it, for she was afraid to let him see her face.
"Has anything gone wrong?" she asked.
"Make your mind easy," he answered. "Nothing has gone wrong."
"Is no accident likely to happen between this and Monday?"
"None whatever. The marriage is a certainty."
"A certainty?"
"Yes."
"Good-night."
She put her hand out through the door. He took it with some little
surprise; it was not often in his experience that she gave him her hand
of her own accord.
"You have sat up too long," he said, as he felt the clasp of her cold
fingers. "I am afraid you will have a bad night--I'm afraid you will not
sleep."
She softly closed the door.
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