'Six rouleaux of gold,' said Mr. Kelly, tenderly caressing his pocket.
'The sinews of war, and we are like to need them.'
'Then the coast is not clear?'
'Clear!' said Wogan, 'there is every sign of thunder, wind, and earthquake. First, Montague is here!'
'And here is his Capulet!' said Kelly smiling.
Wogan smiled too, having secured his duel with the Colonel.
'Then Miss Townley is here, and, George, she was wearing my lady's miniature. The women know each other.'
George's mouth opened, and his utterance was stayed. Then,
'It is a trap. I go home,' he said. Despair spoke in his voice.
'No!' Mr. Wogan's plans had changed.