CHAPTER XXX

HOW ANTHEA GAVE HER PROMISE "And so--he--has really gone." Miss Priscilla sighed as she spoke, and looked up from her needle-work to watch Anthea, who sat biting her pen, and frowning down at the blank sheet of paper before her. "And so, he is--really--gone." "Who--Mr. Bellew? Oh, yes." "He went--very early." "Yes." "And--without any breakfast." "That was--his own fault," said Anthea. "And without even--saying 'good-bye.'" "Perhaps he was in a hurry," Anthea suggested. "Oh dear me, no, my dear, I don't believe M…