upon his resolve. He looked at Edith, then at the ground, then at the
trees, and finally, as Edith concluded, he said:

"Beg pardon, miss, but orders is orders, an' I've got to obey mine."

Edith now began to feel discouraged. Yet there was one resource left,
and this she now tried. Drawing forth her purse, she took out some
pieces of gold.

"Come," said she, "you do very well to obey orders in ordinary cases;
but in my case you are violating the law, and exposing yourself to
punishment. Now I will pay you well if you do me this little service,
and will give you this now, and much more afterward. Here, take this,
and let me out quick."

The porter kept his eyes fixed on the ground, and did not even look at
the gold. "See!" said Edith, excitedly and hurriedly--"see!"

The porter would not look. But at last he spoke, and then came the old
monotonous sentence,

"Beggin' your pardon, miss, an' hopin' there's no offense, I can't do
it. I've got to obey orders, miss."

At this Edith gave up the effort, and turning away, walked slowly and
sadly from the gates.

This was certainly more than she had anticipated. By this she saw
plainly that Wiggins was determined to play a bold game. The possibility
of such restraint as this had never entered into her mind. Now she