His turn will come, be
certain of that, sooner or later. All I will do is never to look upon
his guilty face again."
"What do you mean to do, Mollie? But I suppose you have no plan formed
yet."
He spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, looking at her askance, and Mollie
sighed wearily.
"Yes, I have a plan. I intend to leave New York as soon as possible
after to-morrow."
"Indeed. May I ask--to go where?"
"Mr. Ingelow, I shall join my old company again. They will be glad to
have me, I know. I have always kept up a correspondence with a friend I
had in the troupe, and she continually, half in jest, wholly in earnest,
urges my return. They are down in Kentucky now. I will write to the
manager. He will forward me the funds to join them, I know. While I wait
for his answer and remittance, good Mrs. Slimmens will provide me a
home."
She ceased, and rising up, walked over to the window.
Now was Mr. Ingelow's time, surely, if he cared for Mollie at all; but
Mr. Ingelow spoke never a word. He sat in dead silence, looking at the
little figure by the window, knowing she was crying quietly, and making
no attempt to wipe away those tears by one tender word.
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