“I am not in the least afraid of you, and I am going to call that policeman this minute,” Pansy answered, walking briskly away; and, to her joy, Mr. Finley turned and walked quickly off, going out of the square at a gate directly opposite. “He is a coward, despite his threats, and he will not trouble me again, I hope,” she murmured, leaving the square and going quickly toward home with no other drawback, except meeting several factory girls going home from work whose faces were perfectly familiar to her, and who had not forgotten hers, either, for one nudged the other and exclaimed audibly: “Good gracious, the very image of poor Pansy Laurens!” Pansy’s heart gave a wild throb, and she hurried past the girls, thinking: “I ought never to have come back here. I am not changed as I thought I was. Every one knows my face, and I fear trouble will come of it yet. Suppose I were to meet my mother, or sisters, for instance, and they were to claim me, I do not believe I could be brave enough to deny my identity.” That night she begged her husband to hurry up his business, that he might take her away from the city. “It is so warm and sultry here that I am almost afraid I shall fall ill if I stay,” she said; and he, remembering her headache of a few days before, took alarm at once. “It is very vexatious, this law business. My sister’s affairs were in a terribly tangled condition, and I’m afraid it will be several days yet before I can get away,” he said; then, smiling and encircling the graceful figure with his arm, he added; “But that is no reason, my darling, that you and Juliette should remain here. Both of you are quite ready to go, you say. Then why not start to White Sulphur to-morrow, and let me follow when I get through my task here?” Her heart leaped with joy, then she inwardly chided herself for her eagerness to leave him. “It would not be kind to leave you--and--I should miss you so,” she murmured, speaking quite truthfully, for she had a gentle affection for him still, in spite of the truant heart that fluttered so at the very thought of Norman Wylde. “But if I can get away from Richmond I shall not think so often of him, and I can be truer in heart to my husband,” she thought, for she had heard the Wyldes say that Norman would not consent to accompany them. Colonel Falconer was pleased at the knowledge that she would miss him, but he declared that he was afraid she would be sick if she remained any longer in the city. “And as I cannot get away yet, you must not wait for me any longer. You can write to me every day, and that will be some consolation for your absence,” he said. Juliette was delighted when she heard that they were not to wait for her uncle. She hurried around to the Wyldes the next morning to persuade them to go, too, and was successful in her mission. “Only Norman says he can’t get away from his business this summer,” said Rosalind. “And he won’t go?” Juliette asked, bitterly disappointed. “No.”