Can your man take my pony?
And, please may I come in?
I--I must see you alone for a few minutes." Trent glanced at her searchingly as his ear caught the note of strain in her voice.
Summoning Judson to take charge of the pony and trap, he led the way into the comfortable, old fashioned hall and wheeled forward an armchair.
"Sit down," he said composedly.

"Now"-- as she obeyed--"tell me what is the matter." His manner held a quiet friendliness.

The chill indifference he had accorded her of late--even earlier that same day at Rose Cottage--had vanished, and his curiously bright eyes regarded her with sympathetic interest.
To the man as he appeared at the moment, it was no difficult matter for Sara to unburden her heart, and a few minutes later he was in possession of all the facts concerning Molly's flight.
"I don't know whether Mr.Kent is really a married man or not," she added in conclusion.

"Brady declares that he is." "He is," replied Trent curtly.

"Very much married.