He was thinking if he could only get there and cross the riverinto Canada, he could take his time about getting to Montreal.He was relieved to learn that it would reach there by noon.。， "It's a difficult thing," he went on, "but there's always achance, you know." Then, as if he suddenly remembered, he pulledout his watch and consulted it. "I've an appointment at two," hesaid, "and I've got to go to lunch now. Would you care to comeand dine with me? We can talk it over there."
"That's the way most girls begin," he went on, "who go on thestage. It's a good way to get experience."。， Lord! what was that? For the first time he was tense, as if astern hand had been laid upon his shoulder. He looked fearfullyaround. Not a soul was present. Not a sound. Some one wasshuffling by on the sidewalk. He took the box and the money andput it back in the safe. Then he partly closed the door again.
。， Meanwhile he gave a thought now and then to Carrie. What couldbe the trouble in that quarter? No letter had come, no word ofany kind, and yet here it was late in the evening and she hadagreed to meet him that morning. To-morrow they were to have metand gone off--where? He saw that in the excitement of recentevents he had not formulated a plan upon that score. He wasdesperately in love, and would have taken great chances to winher under ordinary circumstances, but now--now what? Supposingshe had found out something? Supposing she, too, wrote him andtold him that she knew all--that she would have nothing more todo with him? It would be just like this to happen as things weregoing now. Meanwhile he had not sent the money.
"She said it was high time."。， Carrie began to think it was a little bit curious--this going toa depot--but said nothing. The whole incident was so out of thenatural that she did not attach too much weight to anything sheimagined.