"They are searching for me, Father Bivot," said Dorothy, resignedly.

"For you, my child?" in wonder.

"They want to take me back to Brussels, You would not understand,
Father, if I told you the story, but I do not want them to find me
here."

A frightened servant threw open the door unceremoniously at this
juncture and controlling his excitement with moderate success,
announced that a crowd of men were at the gates, demanding
admission.

"My God, Bob, this will ruin you and Lady Saxondale!" groaned
Quentin. "What can we do? Escape by the underground passage?"

Lord Saxondale was the coolest one in the party. He squared his
shoulders, sniffed the air belligerently, and said he would take the
matter in his own hands.

"Frances, will you take Miss Garrison upstairs with you? And Jane, I
suspect you would better go, too The secret passage is not to be
considered. If we attempt to leave the place, after the information
Father Bivot has given them, it will be a clean admission of guilt.
We will face them down. They can't search the castle without my
permission, and they can't trespass here a minute longer than I
desire. Do you care to see the prince, Quentin?"

"See him? It is my duty and not yours to meet him. It means nothing