If it isn't Hugh, and Hugh asks me to run away with him to-morrow, I'll do it--I declare I will--and the others may go to grass!" At that moment, voices sounded on the stairs--the voices of Mrs.
Walraven and her cousin.
The drawing-room door was ajar, Mollie's little figure hidden in the amber drapery of the window, and she could see them plainly, without herself being seen.
"You won't fail ?" Mrs.Walraven said, impressively.

"I will do my part.
Are you equal to yours ?" "I never fail where I mean to succeed," answered Dr.Guy, with equal emphasis.

"Sooner or later, I triumph! I shall triumph now! 'All things are possible to him who knows how to wait.' I have waited, and this night gives me my reward." The house door closed after the young man.

Mrs.Walraven peeped into the drawing-room, never seeing the slender figure amid the voluminous golden damask, and then reascended the stairs.

Mollie was again in silence and solitude.
"Now, what are those two up to, I should like to know ?" soliloquized the young lady.