Because you believed that I would help you," Woburn answered, rising also; "and you were right; I'm going to send you home."
She colored vividly. "You told me I was right not to take Mr. Devine's money," she faltered.
"Yes," he answered, "but did Mr. Devine want to send you home?"
"He wanted me to wait at his aunt's a little while first and then write to Joe again."
"I don't--I want you to start tomorrow morning; this morning, I mean. I'll take you to the station and buy your ticket, and your husband can send me back the money."
"Oh, I can't--I can't--you mustn't--" she stammered, reddening and paling. "Besides, they'll never let me leave here without paying."
"How much do you owe?"
"Fourteen dollars."
"Very well; I'll pay that for you; you can leave me your revolver as a pledge. But you must start by the first train; have you any idea at what time it leaves the Grand Central?"
"I think there's one at eight."
He glanced at his watch.
"In less than two hours, then; it's after six now."
She stood before him with fascinated eyes.
"You must have a very strong will," she said. "When you talk like that you make me feel as if I had to do everything you say."
"Well, you must," said Woburn lightly. "Man was made to be obeyed."
"Oh, you're not like other men," she returned; "I never heard a voice like yours; it's so strong and kind. You must be a very good man; you remind me of Joe; I'm sure you've got just such a nature; and Joe is the best man I've ever seen."
