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I haf to detain you dat time. Den we sall go to where I haf a home fitter for de bride. I haf a home wharra you sall be a happy bride, mees " "But I don't want to stay here at all in such a horrid place," said Minnie, looking around in disgust. "Only dis day an' dis night," said Girasole, imploringly. "Aftaire you sall have all you sall wis."
On their right, as they descended, they saw some figures moving, and knew them to be the brigands, while on their left they saw a ruined house. Toward this Girasole led them. The house stood on the shore of the lake. It was of stone, and was two stories in height. The roof was still good, but the windows were gone.
Willoughby shrank in terror from the baleful glances of their eyes; but Minnie looked at them calmly and innocently, and not without some of that curiosity which a child shows when he first sees a Chinaman or an Arab in the streets. Girasole then led the way up stairs to a room on the second story.
They were in the same position in which he had left them. Mrs. Willoughby with Minnie, and Ethel, with the maids, attending to Lady Dalrymple. "Miladi," said Girasole, "I beg your attenzion. I haf had de honore to inform you dat dis mees is my fiancée. Se haf give me her heart an' her hand; se love me, an' I love her. I was prevent from to see her, an' I haf to take her in dis mannaire.
"Well, at any rate, I think it's very horrid in you to shut me up here. You might let me walk outside in the woods. I'm so awfully fond of the woods." Girasole smiled faintly. "And so you sall have plenty of de wood but to-morra. You wait here now. All safe oh yes secura all aright oh yes slip to-night, an' in de mornin' early you sall be mine.
She also had noticed the vigilance with which the guard had been kept up, and only the fact that a woman had been sent for and was expected with the priest had preserved her from discovery and its consequences. As it was, however, no notice was taken of her, and her pretended character was assumed to be her real one. Even Girasole had scarcely glanced at her.
And with this he fastened upon Minnie his eyes that now gleamed with rage, and had an expression in them that might have made Ethel quiver with horror, but she did not, for she knew that Girasole was mistaken on that point. As for Minnie, she was not at all impressed by his fierce looks. "I don't think you really know what you're talking about," said she; "and you're very, very unpleasant.
But upon Girasole its effect was very great. The manner of Minnie had been excessively perplexing to him all through this eventful day. If she had stormed and gone into a fine frenzy he could have borne it. It would have been natural. But she was perfectly unconcerned, and her only complaint was about trifles. Such trifles too!
When Dacres had sprung aside into the woods in the moment of his fierce rush upon Girasole, he had been animated by a sudden thought that escape for himself was possible, and that it would be more serviceable to his friends. Thus, then, he had bounded into the woods, and with swift steps he forced his way among the trees deeper and deeper into the forest.
Minnie looked upon Girasole, with her large eyes dilated with excitement and resentment. "You are a horrid, horrid man," she exclaimed. "I hate you." "Oh, my angel," pleaded Girasole, with deep agitation, "take back dat word." "I'm sorry you ever saved my life," said Minnie, very calmly; "and I'm sorry I ever saw you. I hate you." "Ah, you gif me torment. You do not mean dis.
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