“I believe that your advice is good. I must be certain that he loves me and that I could make him happy, before I consent. Because, when I once promise, my lot is cast,” reasoned Mollie, as Segwuna kissed her, and walked sprightly down the avenue of hemlocks. Mollie was resigned to wait. The wisdom of the Quaker character was sufficiently grounded in her to cause her to be sure of her step before she made one, and there were so many things to be considered before she could promise. Segwuna looked a perfect picture of nobility of character this evening, when she left Mollie at Dorminghurst. Her tall, lithe figure and elastic step, her dark hair hanging in a braid upon her back, her long, oval face, firm mouth, deep-set eyes, aquiline nose, bare head and olive complexion combined to produce a distinguished presence. Her dress consisted of a tunic of buckskin, a short skirt, leggings and moccasins of the same material. She wore no ornaments and the only thing that encumbered her on her journey was a bag or knapsack made of fine buckskin suspended on her back by means of a strap over her shoulders and breast. CHAPTER XXXV Barclugh grew impatient and chafed under the uncertainties of his position. He had restricted all of his business since his illness to the plot with Arnold and to the establishment of a bank among the merchants. Arnold was now at West Point and had been joined by his wife. The latest despatch that Barclugh had in Philadelphia from Andre was that negotiations had been opened up with Arnold and that he expected to have the whole matter consummated within a week. In spite of the apparent serenity of his affairs, he paced the floor by day and tossed in his bed at night. The thoughts of Mollie Greydon’s demeanor of late disturbed him. “She does not enter into conversation with her former frankness and abandon. There must be some restraining influence at work. I must have this uncertainty off my mind. I shall go to her to-morrow and have my mind clear about her love for me. Her time of a month for the consideration of my proposal will be up in a week, but I cannot postpone this longer. I must settle the matter to-morrow.” On the day succeeding his resolution, Barclugh went to Dorminghurst early in the afternoon and invited Mollie to accompany him on a horseback ride to the Delaware. Mollie received her suitor with a gracious smile, as it was perfectly evident that she admired Mr. Barclugh (for in spite of his despicable secret mission he was worthy of better things) and the two very soon were on their way, gayly cantering down the avenue of hemlocks.