The quarter chimed--his temper rose--had she been playing a trick upon him and never intended at any time to come?
He grew furious--and paced the fine turf behind the Lodge, swearing hotly as was his wont when enraged.
Then he saw a little figure wrapped in a gray dust cloak much too big for it advancing cautiously to the gate in the twilight, and he bounded forward to meet her and to open the narrow side-entrance before the Lodge-keeper, Old Bessie, could have time to see who was there.
"At last!" he cried, when they were safely inside and had gone a few paces along the avenue.

"I was beginning to think you did not mean to keep your word! I am glad you have come!" "Why, of course I meant to keep my word.

I never break it," Sabine said astonished.

"I am longing to be free just like you are, but I had an awful business to get away! I have never been so excited in my life! Their train was late--some breakdown on the branch line--they did not get in until half-past eight, and I dare not be all dressed, but had to pretend to be in bed, covered up, still with the awful headache, when Aunt Jemima bounced in." Then she laughed joyously at the recollection of her escape.

"The moment she had gone off to her supper, tucking me up for the night, I jumped up and got on my dress and hat and her dust cloak and then I had to watch my moment, creep down those funny little stairs, and out of the side door--and so across here.