As for me, I doubt
it. And I'm sure she lied when she said they'd asked her to dine with
them to-night. I don't believe she went near them."
Ruthven Smith, who had made a surprise visit at the Archdeacon's and
dined there, had heard no mention of Annesley Grayle being expected. For
an instant he was silenced, but the girl did not lack a defender.
"She will not need to beg for Archdeacon Smith's hospitality," said the
young man. "And even if Mrs. Ellsworth implored her to stay, I couldn't
allow it now. I will see that Miss Grayle is properly sheltered and cared
for to-night by a lady whose kindness will make her forget what she has
suffered. As soon as possible we shall be married by special licence. Go
to your room, dearest, and put together a few things for to-night and
to-morrow morning--just what will fit into a hand-bag. If there's
anything else you value, it can be sent for later. Then I'll take you
away."
The words were brave and comforting, and a wave of emotion swept
Annesley's soul toward the mysterious, unknown soul of her knight. It
was so strong, so compelling a wave that she had no fear in trusting,
herself to him.
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