"Drive down to Loring's." "Not till I get out, Henry," said Edith, pushing open the door and stepping to the pavement.

Then with a quick movement she shut the door and ran across the pavement, calling back to the driver as she did so, "Take mother to Loring's." "Stop, Henry!" cried Mrs.Dinneford, and with an alertness that was surprising sprung from the carriage, and was on the steps of their house before Edith's violent ring had brought a servant to the door.

They passed in, Edith holding her place just in advance.
"I will see Mrs.Barker," said Mrs.Dinneford, trying to keep out of her voice the fear and agitation from which she was suffering.

"You can go up to your room." "It isn't Mrs.Barker.You are mistaken." There was as much of betrayal in the voice of Edith as in that of her mother.

Each was trying to hide herself from the other, but the veil in both cases was far too thin for deception.
Mother and daughter entered the parlor together.