"We have each other's company at any rate," consoled Miss Renton. "Be glad you weren't locked in alone."
"Alone! Oh, I'd go mad!"
"So should I. I'd be afraid of the dark, and of spooks, and of rats, and of all sorts of horrible things. Yes, I'd be absolutely raving in less than ten minutes."
"And yet, in the Middle Ages, girls were sometimes shut up alone in prisons far more dismal than this room, and kept there for years. Think of the prisoners in the Bastille. Or those who were taken by the 'Inquisition'."
"How horribly cruel. I wonder they lived through it, poor things."
"It's all very well to talk about the Middle Ages, but that doesn't get us out of this place," said Marion, rather crossly. "Are we going to stay the night here? Or is there any way of getting out?"
Miss Renton looked at the small portion of the window which opened, and shook her head.
"Even if we could squeeze through there we couldn't drop to the yard, and we should be no better off if we did."
"I shall hate the sight of these show-cases for evermore. I believe that stuffed badger is blinking at me."
"Don't be silly!"