"But I am sure that it must be getting late," she said with a sudden note of anxiety in her voice.
"Very late, I am afraid," he said lightly.
"Then should we not be starting for Brussels?"
"We cannot. I have no horse."
"You can hire one, surely?"
"Not in this town."
"But I must be in Brussels by nightfall," she urged.
"I am afraid that this is impossible in any case. The powers that reign supreme in this town would not--if you remember--allow us into it, and now they will not allow us out."
"But that is impossible," she exclaimed, "monstrous!..."
"Monstrous, as you say, Madonna," he rejoined with a smile. "But do you feel equal to scaling the city walls?"