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She clutched at the back of a chair and grasped Quentin's arm as it swept forward to keep her from falling. "Your mother is safe and well," cried Lady Saxondale, quickly. "She is in Brussels, however, and not here, Dorothy." "And where am I? Are you telling the truth? Is she truly safe and well? Then, why isn't she here?" she cried, uneasily, apprehensively.
During the trip through the cellars, Dorothy had learned that the secret passages to the outside world began in the big chamber under the tower. Lady Saxondale had unwittingly confessed, while they were in the room, that two of the big rocks in the wall were false and that they were in reality doors which opened into the passages.
Lady Jane believed; Lady Saxondale was more or less skeptical; while the Baroness, although graciously accepting his story as it came from his blundering lips, did not believe a word of it. His story of the "robbery" was told so readily and so graphically that it could not be doubted.
"But there will be, Phil," cried Lady Saxondale. "You must keep out of this affair. Why, all Europe knows of the wedding, and even now the continent is quietly nursing the gossip of the past two weeks." She dropped into a chair, perplexed and anxious. "Let me tell you something, both of you.
When he wrathfully promised to thrash the editor of the paper, she shocked him by saying that he had created "enough of a sensation," and he went home with the dazed feeling of one who has suffered an unexpected blow. On the evening before the Garrisons crossed the channel, Lord and Lady Saxondale and Philip Quentin found themselves long after midnight in talk about the coming marriage.
Each thought left the deeper certainty that the people in the room below were banded against her. An hour later, Lady Saxondale found her, her flushed face pressed to the window pane that looked down upon the world as if out of the sky.
"Lady Saxondale is my mistress, and I love her. If she asks me to take you to your friends, I will obey." Dorothy's lips parted and a look of incredulity grew in her eyes. For a moment she stared with unconcealed wonder upon this unusual girl, and then wonder slowly changed to admiration. "Would that all maids were as loyal, Baker.
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.
The wall was high and its strength was as unbroken as in its earliest days. Lord Saxondale joined them and explained to her all the points of interest about the castle as viewed from the outside, but Quentin quietly abandoned his walk and disappeared.
"What a dreadful cold you have taken, Phil," cried Lady Saxondale, anxiously. "Commonest sort of a cold, I assure you. Damp cellars don't agree with me," he said. "I did not want your coat, but you would give it to me," said Dorothy, as if called upon to defend herself for some crime. "It was you or I for the cold, you know," he said, simply, "and I was your protector."
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