horses, "you'll have a
Dick Turpin's ride to-night."

All the nervousness had gone from him now: he was full of a strange
sort of exultation--the joy of a man who feels that the crisis in his
life has come, and that he has the power and courage to face it.

He heard them come up through the meadow to the stile: it was Wenna who
was talking--Mabyn was quite silent. They came along the road.

"What is this carriage doing here?" Wenna said.

They drew still nearer.

"They are Mrs. Trelyon's horses, and there is no driver."

At this moment Harry Trelyon came quickly forward and stood in the road
before her, while Mabyn as quickly went on and disappeared. The girl was
startled, bewildered, but not frightened; for in a second he had taken
her by the hand, and then she heard him say to her, in an anxious, low,
imploring voice, "Wenna, my darling, don't be alarmed. See here: I have
got everything ready to take you away; and Mabyn is coming with us; and
you know I love you so that I can't bear the notion of your falling into
that man's hands. Now, Wenna, don't think about it. Come with me. We
shall be married in London: Mabyn is coming with you."

For one brief second or two she seemed stunned and bewildered: then,
looking at the carriage, and the earnest suppliant before her, the whole
truth appeared to flash in upon her. She looked wildly round. "Mabyn--"
she was about to say, when he guessed the meaning of her rapid look:

"Mabyn is here. She is quite close by--she is coming with us. My
darling, won't you let me save you? This indeed is our last chance,
Wenna."

She was trembling so that he thought she would fall; and he would have
put his arms round her, but that she drew back, and in so doing she got
into the light, and then he saw the immeasurable pity and sadness of her
eyes.

"Oh, my love," she said with the tears running down her face, "I love
you! I will tell you that now, when we speak for the last time. See, I
will kiss you; and then you will go away."

"I will not go away--not without you--this night. Wenna, dearest, you
have let your heart speak at last: now let it tell you what to do."

"Oh, must I go? Must I go?" she said; and then she looked wildly round
again.

"Mabyn!" called out Trelyon, half mad with joy and triumph--"Mabyn, come
along! Look sharp! jump in! This way, my darling!"

And he took the trembling girl and half lifted her into the carriage.

"Oh, my love, what am I doing for you th