It was the cause of his missing an appointment for that afternoon with a certain young lady.

The lady he was engaged to.

But he meant to dash back and try for a sight of her that evening yet "if he were to burst over it." "Good-bye, Florrie.

Good luck to you--and I hope I'll never see your face again." With that he ran out in lover-like haste leaving the hall-door wide open.
Mrs.Fyne had not found a word to say.

She had been too much taken aback even to gasp freely.