“Saul among the prophets!” answered Cicely, cynically. “Are you planning to escape from me with Jack, as I am planning to escape from grandpa?”
“I am not planning anything; I only want to help you.”
Cicely looked at her. “Curiously enough, Eve, I believe you. I don’t know what has changed you, but I believe you.”
The judge looked up; the two women held each other’s hands. The judge left his seat and hurried away.
He arrived at Paul’s tent breathless. The hanging lamp within illuminated a rude table which held ink and paper; Paul had evidently stopped in the midst of his writing, for he still held his pen in his hand.
“I was saying to Paul that he really ought to come out now and talk to the ladies, instead of crooking his back over that writing,” said Hollis.
But the judge waved him aside. “For God’s sake, Tennant, come out, and see what you can do with Cicely! She is determined to go to that murdering brother of yours in spite of—“
“Hold up, if you please, about my brother,” said Paul, putting down his pen.
“And Eve is abetting her;—says she will take her to-morrow.”
“Not Miss Bruce? What has made her change so?—confound her!”