er age----"
He walked into the small passage and put his hand on the latch.
Prudence, now quite certain of his sanity, felt sorely reluctant to let
such impudence go unpunished.
"Are you going?" she inquired.
"I think I'd better," said Mr. Catesby, gravely. "Dear mother--"
"You're afraid," said the girl, calmly.
Mr. Catesby coloured and his buoyancy failed him. He felt a little bit
cheap.
"You are brave enough with two women," continued the girl, disdainfully;
"but you had better go if you're afraid."
Mr. Catesby regarded the temptress uneasily. "Would you like me to
stay?" he asked.
"I?" said Miss Truefitt, tossing her head. "No, I don't want you.
Besides, you're frightened."
Mr. Catesby turned, and with a firm step made his way back to the room;
Prudence, with a half-smile, took a chair near the door and regarded her
prisoner with unholy triumph.
"I shouldn't like to be in your shoes," she said, agreeably; "mother has
gone for a policeman."
"Bless her," said Mr. Catesby, fervently. "What had we better say to him
when he comes?"
"You'll be locked up," said Prudence; "and it will serve you right for
your bad behaviour."
Mr. Catesby sighed. "It's the heart," he said, gravely. "I'm not to
blame, really. I saw you standing in the window, and I could see at once
that you were beautiful, and good, and kind."
"I never heard of such impudence," continued Miss Truefitt.
"I surprised myself," admitted Mr. Catesby. "In the usual way I am very
quiet and well-behaved, not to say shy."
Miss Truefitt looked at him scornfully. "I think that you had better
stop your nonsense and go," she remarked.
"Don't you want me to be punished?" inquired the other, in a soft voice.
"I think that you had better go while you can," said the girl, and at
that moment there was a heavy knock at the front-door. Mr. Catesby,
despite his assurance, changed colour; the girl eyed him in perplexity.
Then she opened the small folding-doors at the back of the room.
"You're only--stupid," she whispered. "Quick! Go in there. I'll say
you've gone. Keep quiet, and I'll let you out by-and-by."
She pushed him in and closed the doors. From his hiding-place he heard
an animated conversation at the street-door and minute particulars as to
the time which had elapsed since his departure and the direction he had
taken.
"I never heard such impudence," said Mrs. Truefitt, going into the
front-room and sinking in
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