His sunburnt cheeks were a brick red and there was an angry light in his gray eyes.

The servant did not return, but in his stead came a dapper young fellow, the governor's private secretary.
"General Herbert ?" he asked inquiringly, as he entered the room.
The general acknowledged his identity by an inclination of the head.
"The governor will be most happy to see you at any time after three o'clock.

May I tell him you will call then ?" asked the secretary, and he glanced, not without sympathy and understanding, at Elizabeth.
"We will return at three," the general said.
"He regrets his inability to see you now," murmured the secretary, and again he permitted his glance to dwell on the girl's pale beauty.
He bowed them from the room and from the house.

When the door closed on them, Elizabeth turned swiftly to her father.
"He is cruel, heartless, to keep us in suspense.

A word, a moment--might have meant so much to us--" she sobbed.
A spasm of pain contracted her father's rugged features.
"He will see us; he is a busy man with unceasing demands on his time, but we have this appointment.