"-- MOLLY.
"P.S .-- Don't worry--it's all quite proper and respectable.

I'm to go straight to the house of one of Lester's sisters in London.
"P.P.S .-- I'm frantically happy." Sara's eyes were wet when she finished the perusal of the hastily scribbled letter.

"We are to be married to-morrow morning!" The blind, pathetic confidence of it! And if Black Brady had spoken the truth, if Lester Kent were already a married man, to-morrow morning would convert the trusting, wayward baby of a woman, with her adorable inconsistencies and her big, generous heart, into something Sara dared not contemplate.
The thought of the look in those brown-gold eyes, when Molly should know the truth, brought a lump into her throat.
She turned to Jane Crab.
"Listen to me, Jane," she said tersely.

"Miss Molly's run away with Mr.Lester Kent.

She thinks he's going to marry her.