"We were wondering where you had run to, and were getting quite concerned.

Emile was looking for you everywhere." The recollection of his blank and abject face, his vague outcry and blind fright, came back to Rose with a shock that sent a flash of sympathetic shame to her face.

The ingenious Adele noticed it, and dutifully pinched her mother's arm.
"Emile ?" echoed Rose faintly--"looking for ME ?" Mother and daughter exchanged glances.
"Yes," said Mrs.Randolph, cheerfully, "he says he started to run with you, but you got ahead and slipped out of the garden door--or something of the kind," she added, with the air of making light of Rose's girlish fears.

"You know one scarcely knows what one does at such times, and it must have been frightfully strange to YOU--and he's been quite distracted, lest you should have wandered away.

Adele, run and tell him Miss Mallory has been here under the oak all the time." Rose started--and then fell hopelessly back in her seat.