As the clock struck six, she heard a carriage drive around and went down

to meet it. A servant put on her trunk, gave the order, "To the station,

James," and she drove away without meeting anyone, speaking to anyone,

or apparently being seen by anyone. A sense of utter weariness came over

her, and she longed to lie down and forget. But the last chance still

remained, and till that failed, she would not give up. Dismissing the

carriage, she seated herself to watch for the quarter-past-six train

from London, for in that Sir John would come if he came at all that

night. She was haunted by the fear that Edward had met and told him. The

first glimpse of Sir John's frank face would betray the truth. If he

knew all, there was no hope, and she would go her way alone. If he knew

nothing, there was yet time for the marriage; and once his wife, she

knew she was safe, because for the honor of his name he would screen and

protect her.

Up rushed the train, out stepped Sir John, and Jean's heart died within

her. Grave, and pale, and worn he looked, and leaned heavily on the arm

of a portly gentleman in black. The Reverend Mr. Fairfax, why has he

come, if the secret is out? thought Jean, slowly advancing to meet them

and fearing to read her fate in Sir John's face. He saw her, dropped his

friend's arm, and hurried forward with the ardor of a young man,

exclaiming, as he seized her hand with a beaming face, a glad voice, "My

little girl! Did you think I would never come?"

She could not answer, the reaction was too strong, but she clung to him,

regardless of time or place, and felt that her last hope had not failed.

Mr. Fairfax proved himself equal to the occasion. Asking no questions,

he hurried Sir John and Jean into a carriage and stepped in after them

with a bland apology. Jean was soon herself again, and, having told her

fears at his delay, listened eagerly while he related the various

mishaps which had detained him.

"Have you seen Edward?" was her first question.

"Not yet, but I know he has come, and have heard of his narrow escape. I

should have been in that train, if I had not been delayed by the

indisposition which I then cursed, but now bless. Are you ready, Jean?

Do you repent your choice, my child?"

"No, no! I am ready, I am only too happy to become your wife, dear,

generous Sir John," cried Jean, with a glad alacrity, which touched the

old man to the heart, and charmed the Reverend Mr. Fairfax, who

concealed the romance of a boy under his clerical suit.




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