Run away.

He can wait." "And he said I was to guv yo' dis yer," continued the little negro with portentous gravity, presenting a card.
Miss Sally took it with a smile.

It was a plain card on which was written with a pencil in a hand she hurriedly recognized, "Joseph Corbin." Miss Sally's smile became hysterically rigid, and pushing the boy aside with a little cry, she darted along the veranda and entered the parlor from a side door and vestibule.

To her momentary relief she saw that her friends had not yet arrived: a single figure--a stranger's--rose as she entered.
Even in her consternation she had time to feel the added shock of disappointment.

She had always present in her mind an ideal picture of this man whom she had never seen or even heard described.