When it was finished, she begged him to post it at Indian Spring, where in two days an answer would be returned, under cover, to him.
"I hope you will be satisfied then," she added.
"Satisfied with what ?" queried the young man.
"You'll see," she replied, giving him her cold hand.

"Good-night." "But can't you tell me now ?" he remonstrated, retaining her hand.
"Wait two days longer--it isn't much," was all she vouchsafed to answer.
The two days passed.

Their former confidence and good fellowship were fully restored when the morning came on which he was to bring the answer from the post-office at Indian Spring.

He had talked again of his future, and had recorded his ambition to procure the appointment of naturalist to a Government Surveying Expedition.

She had even jocularly proposed to dress herself in man's attire and "enlist" as his assistant.
"But you will be safe with your friends, I hope, by that time," responded Low.
"Safe with my friends," she repeated in a lower voice.