Prentice? They let you come home alone?"

"They didn't know it," she said. "I ran away."

He was more bewildered than ever. But as he started to ask more
questions, she laid a hand upon his arm. "Please wait, Allan," she
said. "It upsets me to talk about it. It was Charlie Carter."

And so the light broke. He caught his breath and gasped, "Oh!"

He said not another word until they had crossed the ferry and settled
themselves in a cab, and started. "Now," he said, "tell me."

Alice began. "I was very much upset," she said. "But you must
understand, Allan, that I've had nearly a week to think it over, and I
don't mind it now. So I want you please not to get excited about it; it
wasn't poor Charlie's fault--he can't help himself. It was my mistake.
I ought to have taken your advice and had nothing to do with him."

"Go on," said he; and Alice told her story.

The party had gone sight-seeing, and she had had a headache and had
stayed in the car. And Charlie Carter had come and begun making love to
her. "He had asked me to marry him already--that was at the beginning
of the trip," she said. "And I told him no. After that he would never
let me alone. And this time he went on in a terrible way--he flung
himself down on his knees, and wept, and said he couldn't live without
me. And nothing I could say did any good. At last he--he caught hold of
me--and he wouldn't let me go. I was furious with him, and frightened.
I had to threaten to call for help before he would stop. And so--you
see how it was."

"I see," said Montague, gravely. "Go on."

"Well, after that I made up my mind that I couldn't stay anywhere where
I had to see him. And I knew he would never go away without a scene. If
I had asked Mrs. Prentice to send him away, there would have been a
scandal, and it would have spoiled everybody's trip. So I went out, and
found there was a train for the East in a little while, and I packed up
my things, and left a note for Mrs. Prentice. I told her a story--I
said I'd had a telegram that your mother was ill, and that I didn't
want to spoil their good time, and had gone by myself. That was the
best thing I could think of. I wasn't afraid to travel, so long as I
was sure that Charlie couldn't catch up with me."

Montague said nothing; he sat with his hands gripped tightly.

"It seemed like a desperate thing to do," said Alice, nervously. "But
you see, I was upset and unhappy. I didn't seem to like the party any
more--I