M.'-- P.

M.' What a cursed confusion! I believe they do it on purpose." Anne joined him at the fire-place.
"I understand it--I'll help you.

Did you say it was the up train you wanted ?" "What is the name of the station you stop at ?" Arnold told her.

She followed the intricate net-work of lines and figures with her finger--suddenly stopped--looked again to make sure--and turned from the time-table with a face of blank despair.

The last train for the day had gone an hour since.
In the silence which followed that discovery, a first flash of lightning passed across the window and the low roll of thunder sounded the outbreak of the storm.
"What's to be done now ?" asked Arnold.
In the face of the storm, Anne answered without hesitation, "You must take a carriage, and drive." "Drive?
They told me it was three-and-twenty miles, by railway, from the station to my place--let alone the distance from this inn to the station." "What does the distance matter?
Mr.Brinkworth, you can't possibly stay here!" A second flash of lightning crossed the window; the roll of the thunder came nearer.