At last he got well enough to leave her, and went away, her open admirer and secret lover.

He borrowed twenty pounds of her the day he left.
He used to write her charming letters, and feed the flame; but one day her father sent her up to London, on his own business, all of a sudden, and she called on Mr.Falcon at his real address.

She found he did not live there--only received letters.

However, half-a-crown soon bought his real address, and thither Phoebe proceeded with a troubled heart, for she suspected that her true lover was in debt or trouble, and obliged to hide.

Well, he must be got out of it, and hide at the farm meantime.
So the loving girl knocked at the door, asked for Mr.Falcon, and was shown in to a lady rather showily dressed, who asked her business.
Phoebe Dale stared at her, and then turned pale as ashes.