The carriage
was just beginning to move on.
"Stop!" he shouted at the top of his voice to the coachman, who pulled up
again. In another moment he was alongside, and there, sweeter and more
beautiful than in ever, he once more saw his love.
She started at his voice, which she seemed to know, and their eyes
met. Their eyes met and a great light of happiness shot into her sweet
face and shone there till it was covered up and lost in the warm blush
that followed.
He tried to speak, but could not. Twice he tried, and twice he failed,
and meanwhile the mob shouted like anything. At last, however, he got it
out--"Thank God!" he stammered, "thank God you are safe!"
For answer, she stretched out her hand and gave him one sweet look. He
took it, and once more the carriage began to move on.
"Where are you to be found?" he had the presence of mind to ask.
"At Lady Holmhurst's. Come to-morrow morning; I have something to tell
you," she answered, and in another minute the carriage was gone, leaving
him standing there in a condition of mind which really "can be better
imagined than described."
CHAPTER XIV.
AT HANOVER-SQUARE.
Eustace could never quite remember how he got through the evening of that
eventful day.
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