She was sure she did not wish to see him again! But when three weeks had passed she began to feel incensed that he had not appeared.

She thought of him with hot cheeks and a quickening beat of the heart.

It was anger.

Naturally she was very indignant, as she had every right to be! He was the first man who had dared--! Then one day when she had decided for ever to banish all memory of him from her mind, and never, under any circumstances, to think of him again, he presented himself at Belle Plain.
She was in her room just putting the finishing touches to an especially satisfying toilet when her maid tapped on the door and told her there was a gentleman in the parlor who wished to see her.
"Is it Mr.Norton ?" asked Betty.
"No, Miss--he didn't give no name, Miss." When Betty entered the parlor a moment later she saw her caller standing with his back turned toward her as he gazed from one of the windows, but she instantly recognized those broad shoulders, and the fine poise of the shapely head that surmounted them.
"Oh, Mr.Carrington--" and Betty stopped short, while her face grew rather pale and then crimsoned.

Then she advanced quite boldly and held out a frigid hand, which he took carefully.