“—A thing of Spanish silk—as light as gossamer and as strong as a cable—a hundred feet of it.”
“What it must have cost!”
“It will go round your waist, under your petticoats. Come, while I fasten it. O, be quick! We mustn’t lose a minute. Leave it with him, and come back to me. Tell him there’ll be a horse waiting ready saddled for him in the road beyond the gate. You can join him later.”
“I’ll come back—never fear. I’ve that to tell you. That beast Bonito—”
“You know him? O, my sick head—of course.”
“We’ll be even with him yet. There I’m all twittering to be gone.”
“Go, then, in God’s name. Let them, for pity’s sake, have no suspicion of you. O, I doubt you can play a part!”
“Do you? Sweet innocent! There, I’ll not ask you for a kiss.”
“O, come to me, woman—woman! Love me; forgive me! We are one in our despair.”
“Despair you—I won’t. It shall all come right.”