“That I promise, if you will be gone at once.”

“You’ll not say a word to any one of having seen me, or suspecting I’m about here?”

“Not a word until the twenty-four hours are over.”

“Then good-bye.  Your pluck has saved your life; but remember, I’ve not said I won’t shoot him or your father, if chance throws them in my way,” he added, looking back over his shoulder with a malicious leer, as he left the arbor, then disappearing from sight among the trees and shrubbery beyond.

Elsie’s knees shook and trembled under her; she sank back into her seat, covering her face and bowing her head upon her lap, while she sent up silent, almost agonizing petitions for the safety of those two so inexpressibly dear to her.  Some moments passed thus, then she rose and hastened, with a quick nervous step, to the house.  She entered her boudoir, and lay down upon a couch trembling in every fibre, every nerve quivering with excitement.  The shock had been terrible.

“What de matter wid my chile? what ails you, honey?” asked Aunt Chloe, coming to her side full of concern.

“I think one of my bad headaches is coming on, mammy.  But oh, tell me, is Mr. Travilla here?—­and papa! where is he?”

“Here daughter,” his voice answered, close at hand, “and with a note for you from Mr. Travilla, who has not shown himself to-day.”

She took it eagerly, but with a hand that trembled as if with sudden palsy, while the eyes, usually so keen-sighted, saw only a blurred and confused jumble of letters in place of the clear, legible characters really there.

“I cannot see,” she said, in a half-frightened tone, and pressing the other hand to her brow.

“And you are trembling like an aspen leaf,” he said, bending over her in serious alarm.  “My child, when did this come on? and what has caused it?”

“Papa, I cannot tell you now, or till to-morrow, at this hour; I will then.  But oh, papa dear, dear papa!” she cried, putting her arm about his neck and bursting into hysterical weeping, “promise me, if you love me promise me, that you will not leave the house till I have told you.  I am sick, I am suffering; you will stay by me? you will not leave me?”

“My darling, I will do anything I can to relieve you, mentally or physically,” he answered in tones of tenderest love and concern.  “I shall not stir from the house, while to do so would increase your suffering.  I perceive there has been some villainy practised upon you, and a promise extorted, which I shall not ask you to break; but rest assured, I shall keep guard over my precious one.”

“And Mr. Travilla!” she gasped.  “Oh, papa, if I only knew he was safe!”

“Perhaps the note may set your mind at rest on that point.  Shall I read it for you?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, putting it into his hand with a slight blush, “he never writes what I should be ashamed or afraid to have my father see.”