r she took them out with the ease of
one who had performed the action often before, and then helped me to
follow her out into the free, open air.

We stole round the end of the building, and on turning the corner--she
first--I felt her hold on me tighten for an instant, and the next step
I, too, heard distant voices, and the blows of a spade upon the heavy
soil, for the night was very warm and still.

We had not spoken a word; we did not speak now. Touch was safer and as
expressive. She turned down towards the high road; I followed. I did not
know the path; we stumbled again and again, and I was much bruised; so
doubtless was she; but bodily pain did me good. At last, we were on the
plainer path of the high road.

I had such faith in her that I did not venture to speak, even when she
paused, as wondering to which hand she should turn. But now, for the
first time, she spoke:--

"Which way did you come when he brought you here first?"

I pointed, I could not speak.

We turned in the opposite direction; still going along the high road.
In about an hour, we struck up to the mountain-side, scrambling far up
before we even dared to rest; far up and away again before day had fully
dawned. Then we looked about for some place of rest and concealment: and
now we dared to speak in whispers. Amante told me that she had locked
the door of communication between his bedroom and mine, and, as in a
dream, I was aware that she had also locked and brought away the key of
the door between the latter and the salon.

"He will have been too busy this night to think much about you--he will
suppose you are asleep--I shall be the first to be missed; but they will
only just now be discovering our loss."

I remember those last words of hers made me pray to go on; I felt as if
we were losing precious time in thinking either of rest or concealment;
but she hardly replied to me, so busy was she in seeking out some
hiding-place. At length, giving it up in despair, we proceeded onwards a
little way; the mountain-side sloped downwards rapidly, and in the full
morning light we saw ourselves in a narrow valley, made by a stream
which forced its way along it. About a mile lower down there rose the
pale blue smoke of a village, a mill-wheel was lashing up the water
close at hand, though out of sight. Keeping under the cover of every
sheltering tree or bush, we worked our way down past the mill, down to a
one-arched bridge, which doubtless formed pa