Some nameless thrill of terror suddenly made her dread the man.
"You must--you must!" cried the man, in an impetuous whisper.

"We can not stand here in this down-pour.

Don't you see it is impossible?
And the first policeman who comes along will be walking us off to the station-house." He caught her arm and half led her to the carriage.

Shrinking instinctively, yet hardly knowing what to do, she found herself in it, and seated, before she quite knew it.
He sprung after her, closed the door, the carriage started at once at a great pace, and the poor little fly was fairly caught in the spider's web.
"I don't like this," said Mollie, decisively.

"I had no idea of entering a carriage when I appointed this meeting.