She was within a mile of her journey's end when a horseman met and
passed the van at a jog-trot. Hetty glanced after him, wrenched open
the door and sprang out upon the road with a cry--

"Father!"

Mr. Wesley heard her and turned his head; then reined up the filly
and came slowly back. The van was at a standstill, the driver
craning his head and staring aft in wholly ludicrous bewilderment.

"Dropped anything?" he asked, as Hetty ran to him. She thrust the
fare into his hand without answering and faced around again to meet
her father.

He came slowly, with set jaws. He offered no greeting.

"I was expecting this," he said. "Indeed, I was riding to Kelstein
to fetch you home."

"But--but why?" she stammered.

"Why?" A short savage laugh broke from him, almost like a dog's
bark; but he held his temper down. "Because I do not choose to have
a decent household infected by a daughter of mine. Because, if
sisters of yours must needs be exposed to the infection, it shall be
where I am present to watch them and control you. I have received a
letter--"

She stared at him dismayed, remembering the man Wright and his