Just like a ghost. It
makes my flesh creep now!"
It did not seem such a terrible thing to her at the moment, for she had
in her pocket the licence to marry the Honourable Tom Ferrol upon the
morrow, and she thought, with joy, of seeing him just as soon as she set
foot in the doorway of the Manor Casimbault.
It was something of a shock to her that she did not see him for quite a
half hour after she arrived home, and that was half past ten o'clock.
But women forget neglect quickly in the delight of a lover's presence;
so her disappointment passed. Yet she could not help speaking of it.
"Why weren't you at the door to meet me when I came back to-night with
that-that in my pocket?" she asked him, his arm round her.
"I've got a kicking lung, you know," he said, with a half ironical, half
self-pitying smile.
"Oh, forgive me, forgive me, Tom, my love!" she said as she buried her
face on his breast.
CHAPTER XIV
Before he left for the front next morning to join his company and march
to Papineau's headquarters, Nic came to Ferrol, told him, with rage and
disappointment, the story of the highway robbery, and also that he hoped
Ferrol would not worry about the Rebellion, and would remain at the Manor
Casimbault in any case.
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