"Alas, no," said she. "We were both on the road and could send no letter to one another."
"To-morrow one comes. May I tell you what it will say?"
"How can you know what it will say, my lord?"
"I will stand by the event," said he sturdily. "The coming of the letter will prove me right or wrong. It will bid your mother and you accompany the messenger——"
"My mother cannot——"
"Or, if your mother cannot, you alone, with some waiting-woman, to Dover."
"To Dover?" cried Barbara. "For what purpose?" She shrank away from him, as though alarmed by the very name of the place whence she had escaped.
He looked full in her face and answered slowly and significantly:
"Madame goes back to France, and you are to go with her."