As soon as the meal was over, unable to wait, she dressed and ordered her horse.

Doctor Frank was sauntering up the avenue, smoking a cigar in the cold February sunshine, as she rode off.
"Away so early, Di Vernon, and unescorted?
May I--" "No," said Rose, brusquely, "you may not.

Good morning!" Doctor Frank glanced after her as she galloped out of sight.
"What is it ?" he thought.

"What has altered her of late?
She is not the same girl she was two weeks ago.

Has she fallen in love, I wonder?
Not likely, I should think; and yet--" He walked off, revolving the question, to the house, while Rose was rapidly shortening the distance between herself and her beloved.