An English gentleman, she had been told,
was waiting to see her, and she had thought of no one but Duncombe. It
was true that she had sent him away, but only an hour ago the Marquise
had told her that her emancipation was close at hand. He too might have
had a hint! The little smile, however, died away from her lips as she
saw who was waiting for her with such manifest impatience.
"You, Andrew!" she exclaimed in amazement. "Why, however did you find me
out?"
He took both her hands in his. The look upon his face was transfiguring.
"At last! At last!" he exclaimed. "Never mind how I found you! Tell me,
what does it all mean? Are you here of your own free will?"
"Absolutely!" she answered.
"It was you at Runton?"
"Yes."
"Under a false name--with a man who committed robbery!"
She shrugged her shoulders a little wearily.
"My dear Andrew!" she said, "I will admit that I have been doing all
manner of incomprehensible things. I couldn't explain everything. It
would take too long. What I did, I did for Guy's sake, and of my own
free will. It will be all over in a day or two now, and we shall be
coming back to Raynesworth.
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