'Dear Mr.Cobb,' she scribbled, 'if you really _must_ see me before you go away to Bristol, or wherever it is, you had better meet me on Saturday at Streatham Station, which is about halfway between me and you.

I shall come by the train from Sutton, which reaches Streatham at 8.6 .-- Yours truly, L.E.D.' To-day was Thursday.

When Saturday came the state of things at "Runnymede" had undergone no change whatever; Emmeline still waited for a moment of courage, and Mumford, though he did not relish the prospect, began to think it more than probable that Miss Derrick would hold her ground until her actual marriage with Mr.Bowling.
Whether that unknown person would discharge the debt his betrothed was incurring seemed an altogether uncertain matter.

Louise, in the meantime, kept quiet as a mouse--so strangely quiet, indeed, that Emmeline's prophetic soul dreaded some impending disturbance, worse than any they had yet suffered.
At luncheon, Louise made known that she would have to leave in the middle of dinner to catch a train.

No explanation was offered or asked, but Emmeline, it being Saturday, said she would put the dinner-hour earlier, to suit her friend's convenience.