To her horror, poor Daisy found that this meeting had been witnessed by Miss Primgeon, the lawyer's sister, who was seated at her window, staring as hard as she could. Not twenty yards farther on there stood Tom Podmore, leaning against a corner of a lane, also watching her; but as she approached he turned away without a word. It was almost unbearable, and now a feeling of anger began to rise in Daisy's bosom, making her pant, and flush up, as she determined to go on at all hazards. Jane Budger, who kept the little beerhouse, and knew all the gossip of the place, which she retailed with gills of ale to her customers, saw her, stared, or rather squinted at her, and moved her hands as she exclaimed: "Yes, my dear, I know where you are agate for to-night." Then there seemed a peculiar meaning in the innocent remark of one neighbour who met her in the street, and observed that the stones were "strange and slape." So it was with another a little higher up, who remarked that the road was "very clatty." Next she met Big Harry in the muddiest part of the main street, and he exclaimed to her: "Saay, lass, it's solid soft." A little farther on she passed the druggist's, where the great bottle of the trophies of his dental work seemed to grin at her in a ghastly way, for it was three parts full of extracted teeth. Again a little further, and as she was passing Riggall's, the bone-setter's, his ghastly sign over his front door, of a skull and cross-bones, made her shudder; for it seemed to tell her of the goal to which she was steering, and so affected her, that outside the town in the winding road, she sat down shivering upon the mile-stone, crying as though her heart would break. "What shall I do! What shall I do!" she sobbed, when she started up with a faint shriek, for a light hand was laid upon her shoulder. "Miss Eve!" she cried, on seeing the pale tearless girl before her. "Yes, Daisy, it is I," said Eve. "I want to speak to you. Let us walk on together." "No, no, Miss Eve. No, no, dear; not that way." "Is Dick waiting for you up there?" said Eve, huskily. "Don't ask me, Miss; don't ask me, please," cried Daisy, imploringly, as they walked down a side lane. "I thought he was," said Eve, speaking in a very low deep voice, as if her emotion was stifling her. "I followed you to speak to you." "You've been following and watching me," cried Daisy, with a burst of passion. "You all do; everybody watches me. What have I done that I should be so cruelly used? I wonder some one don't want to put me in prison." "Daisy!" cried Eve, hoarsely, as she caught her by the wrist, "what have I done to you that you should have been so cruel and treacherous?" "I haven't been," cried Daisy, with a burst of pettish sobs. "Have I not always been kind and affectionate to you?" "Yes, yes; I know that," cried Daisy. "And you reward me by trying to rob me of my promised husband."