In another moment, if he went on, she must do SOMETHING--she would cry! "I reckon you'll be wanting to go to the hotel first, anyway ?" There!--she knew it! He WOULD keep on! And now she had burst into tears.
The mare was still walking slowly; the man was lazily bending forward over the shafts as if nothing had occurred.

Then suddenly, illogically, and without a moment's warning, the pride that had sustained her crumbled and became as the dust of the road.
She burst out and told him--this stranger!--this man she had disliked!--all and EVERYTHING.

How she had felt, how she had been deceived, and what she had overheard! "I thought as much," said her companion, quietly, "and that's why I sent for your father." "You sent for my father!--when ?--where ?" echoed Rose, in astonishment.
"Yesterday.

He was to come to-day, and if we don't find him at the hotel it will be because he has already started to come here by the upper and longer road.

But you leave it to ME, and don't you say anything to him of this now.