Had they made him her lasting enemy?
The thought was like a wound draining blood and strength.

But in her present state of jealous passion it was more tolerable than that other thought which was its alternative--the thought of Lucy surrendered, Lucy in her place.
'Lucy Foster is with me,' she had written.

'We wish to be together for a while before she goes back to America.

And that we may be quite alone, we prefer to give no address for a few weeks.

I have written to Papa to say that I am going away for a time with a friend, to rest and recruit.