“Very well, my dear,” I said; and Percivale and I left her alone in the ruins.
We found Ethelwyn toiling up with Wynnie helping her all she could.
“Dear Harry,” she said, “how could you think of bringing Connie up such an awful place? I wonder you dared to do it.”
“It’s done you see, wife,” I answered, “thanks to Mr. Percivale, who has nearly torn the breath out of me. But now we must get you up, and you will say that to see Connie’s delight, not to mention your own, is quite wages for the labour.”
“Isn’t she afraid to find herself so high up?”
“She knows nothing about it yet.”
“You do not mean you have left the child there with her eyes tied up.”
“To be sure. We could not uncover them before you came. It would spoil half the pleasure.”
“Do let us make haste then. It is surely dangerous to leave her so.”
“Not in the least; but she must be getting tired of the darkness. Take my arm now.”