第162章 MR. COSWAY AND THE LANDLADY.(37)

"Mrs. Margery never sent you the invitation; and I repeat, Inever sent you the message. This meeting has been arranged by some one who knows that I always walk in the shrubbery after breakfast. There is some underhand work going on--"Still mentally in search of the enemy who had betrayed them, she checked herself, and considered a little. "Is it possible--?" she began, and paused again. Her eyes filled with tears. "My mind is so completely upset," she said, "that I can't think clearly of anything. Oh, Edwin, we have had a happy dream, and it has come to an end. My father knows more than we think for. Some friends of ours are going abroad tomorrow--and I am to go with them.

Nothing I can say has the least effect upon my father. He means to part us forever--and this is his cruel way of doing it!"She put her arm round Cosway's neck and lovingly laid her head on his shoulder. With tenderest kisses they reiterated their vows of eternal fidelity until their voices faltered and failed them.

Cosway filled up the pause by the only useful suggestion which it was now in his power to make--he proposed an elopement.