The slave bent low, and kissed her feet.
“Is the house quiet? Have all retired to rest?” The slave bowed.
“The colonel has left for the country, I have heard.”
Again the slave bowed.
“I would escape from this gaudy dungeon,” she said.
“It is impossible; the doors are all doubly locked and barred; many fierce dogs are loose in and around the grounds, and would tear you in pieces,” he whispered.
“Then I fear all hope is lost.”
“Not lost,” said the slave. “Hold your breath; make not the slightest noise; I have a secret to impart; all hope is not yet lost; this night is the night of your deliverance.”
“What!” gasped Ellen in a sudden, and half-suppressed tremor of joy.
“The king is in the mansion at this moment.”