"I must go, Suzette; I had better go--" "Here, drink this tea, now, and it will give you a little strength." Adeline pressed the cup on him that she had been getting ready through all, and made him drain it. "Now, then, hurry, hurry, hurry, father! Say good-by! You've got to go, now--yes, you've _got_ to!--but it won't be for long. You've seen us, and you've found out we're alive and well, and now we can write--be sure you write, father, when you get back there; or, you'd better telegraph--and we can arrange--I know we can--for you to come home, and stay home." "Home! Home!" Northwick murmured. "It seems as if he wanted to _kill_ me!" Adeline sobbed into her hands. She took them away. "Well, _stay_, then!" she said. "No, no! I'll go," said Northwick. "You're not to blame, Adeline. It's all right--all for the best. I'll go--" "And let us know where you are, when you get there, this time, father!" said Adeline. "Yes, I will." "And we will come to you, there," Suzette put in. "We can live together in Canada, as well as here." Northwick shook his head. "It's not the same. I can't get used to it; their business methods are different. I couldn't put my capital into any of their enterprises. I've looked the whole ground over. And--and I want to get back into our place." He said these things vaguely, almost dryly, but with an air of final conviction, as after much sober reflection. He sat down, but Adeline would not let him be. "Well, then, we'll help you to think out some way of getting back, after we're all there together. Go; it'll soon begin to be light, and I'm afraid somebody'll see you, and stop you! But oh, my goodness! How are you going? You can't walk! And if you try to start from our depot, they'll know you, some one, and they'll arrest you. What shall we do?" "I came over from East Hatboro' to-night," said Northwick. "I am going back there to get the morning train." This was the way he had planned, and he felt the strength of a fixed purpose in returning to his plan in words. "But it's three miles!" Adeline shrieked. "You can never get there in the world in time for the train. Oh, why didn't I tell Elbridge to come for you! I must go and tell him to get ready right away." "No, I'll go!" said Suzette. "Adeline!" Adeline flung the door open, and started back, with a cry, from the dark, van-like vehicle before the door, which looked like the Black Maria, or an undertaker's wagon, in the pale light. "It's me," said Elbridge's voice from the front of it, and Elbridge's head dimly showed itself. "I got to thinkin' maybe you'd want the carryall, and I didn't know but what I'd better go and hitch up, anyway."