I was to come an' tell you this, mum; an' she'll follow me directly." Aunt Jane stared at the man sternly, and he turned toward her an unmoved countenance.

Oscar had been sent to the station to meet Louise Merrick, and drive her to Elmhurst; but this strange freak on the part of her guest set the old woman thinking what her object could be.

Wild flowers were well enough in their way; but those adjoining the grounds of Elmhurst were very ordinary and unattractive, and Miss Merrick's aunt was expecting her.

Perhaps-- A sudden light illumined the mystery.
"See here, Oscar; has this girl been questioning you ?" "She asked a few questions, mum." "About me ?" "Some of 'em, if I remember right, mum, was about you." "And you told her I was fond of flowers ?" "I may have just mentioned that you liked 'em, mum." Aunt Jane gave a scornful snort, and the man responded in a curious way.

He winked slowly and laboriously, still retaining the solemn expression on his face.
"You may go, Oscar.