All this came to her while she was hurrying with all her strength to overtake the young man as he went toward the gate; but he was walking fast, and, crippled by rheumatism as she was, she couldn’t come up with him. She called as loud as she dared—which was in a very subdued voice indeed, as it wouldn’t do for that butler scoundrel to know that she was warning him. But Haworth either didn’t hear or wouldn’t stop; and finally, about halfway down the drive, the old woman gave it up. Then she decided to wait in the drive until his return; she could speak to him there without disobeying his orders. * * * * * A little time after Charles Haworth disappeared in the darkness, leaving poor old Mrs. Temple standing in the driveway not far from the gate, he and Edith were together in the small living room of the Findlay cottage on Cherry Street. That afternoon about half-past four, a stranger had called on Mrs. Findlay—a mild-looking middle-aged man—and had told her that Mr. Haworth would be there that evening between seven and eight. Edith had hesitated, whereupon the stranger muttered in a low voice, “Mr. Findlay won’t be home till quite late.” “How—how do you know?” she asked. “Some one’ll be taking him to supper, an’ they’re liable to be engaged in conversation for some little time.” Before she could make any reply the man was gone. And now Haworth was there—with her. For a long time they scarcely spoke. A few endearing words whispered as they clung together—that was all. Finally he lowered her hands from his lips, though still holding them. “Darling one—you know it already—that I’ve come with good news—don’t you?” He could feel her head making little nods against his breast and heard a muffled “Yes” from down there. “It happened—what I told you I was trying to do. Those people took the machine—bought it you know—and to-day they paid the money—and there’ll be other payments coming in later. So now all the trouble is over—there won’t be any more at all!” She suddenly looked up in his face, but he gently drew her head down again, so then she couldn’t see his face any more but lay there resting, and hearing his voice saying how marvelous it was that this sale had come just in time—for it _was_ in time. The doctors said it would be all right and a certain cure if she could get away at once. And now she could! They hadn’t definitely decided where she was to go, but would in a day or two. It would be the most beneficial place in the world for her—they’d make sure of that. And they’d send the best nurse they could find to take care of her on the journey and when she got there. And very soon—_very_ soon—she’d be entirely cured and strong and well again. When he stopped speaking she twisted around a little so that she could see his face. “What is it?” she whispered. Her heart was suddenly beating with a vague alarm that she couldn’t understand. He looked down and met her anxious gaze.