the party. Lady Saxondale sagely remarked, as the trap rolled out of
sight among the trees below the castle, that the flush was product
of resentment, and Dickey offered to wager £20 that she would be an
engaged girl before she reached Brussels.

"Do you know the road, Phil?" asked Dorothy, after they had gone
quite a distance in silence. She looked back as she spoke, and her
eyes uttered a mute farewell to the grim old pile of stone on the
crest of the hill.

"Father Bivot gave me minute directions yesterday, and I can't miss
the way. It's rather a long drive, Dorothy, and a tiresome one for
you, perhaps. But the scenery is pretty and the shade of the forest
will make us think we are again in the Bois de la Cambre.

"If I were you, I would not go to Brussels," she said, after another
long period of silence, in which she painfully sought for means to
dissuade him from entering the city. She was. thinking of the big
reward for his capture and of the greedy officials who could not be
denied.

"Do you think I am afraid of the consequences?" he asked, bitterly.
She looked at the white face and the set jaws and despaired.

"You are not afraid, of course, but why should you be foolhardy? Why
not put me in the coach for Brussels and avoid the risk of being
seized by the police? I can travel alone. If you are taken, how can
you or I explain?" she went on, eagerly.

"You have promised to shield the rest," he said, briefly.