"You are sure we are not seen ?" "Quite." "You will not think me foolish if I ask you to wait here while I go in there"-- she pointed to the ominous thicket near them--"alone ?" She was quite white.
Cass's heart, which had grown somewhat cold since his interview with Miss Porter, melted at once.
"Go; I will stay here." He waited five minutes.

She did not return.

What if the poor creature had determined upon suicide on the spot where her faithless lover had fallen?
He was reassured in another moment by the rustle of skirts in the undergrowth.
"I was becoming quite alarmed," he said, aloud.
"You have reason to be," returned a hurried voice.

He started.

It was Miss Porter, who stepped swiftly out of the cover.