I shall have to leave you--for a minute," he plunged on frenziedly, as he led the way to a seat; "A--matter of business that I must attend to.

I'll be--right back.

Wait here, please!" And he almost pushed the girl into a seat and hurried away.
At a safe distance William Henshaw turned and looked back.

His knees were shaking, and his fingers had grown cold at their tips.

He could see her plainly, as she bent over the basket in her lap.