Volume Four—Chapter Fourteen.
For Julie.
“Where are you going?” said Crellock roughly, as prowling about the verandah, in pursuance of a determination to take care that there should be no further interference with his plans, he carefully watched the place, ready to refuse entrance, in Hallam’s name, to every one who came till he had made sure of his prize.
It was very early in the morning, and he had come suddenly upon Thisbe, dressed for going out, and with a bundle under her arm.
“Into town,” she said sharply.
“What for?”
“To stay.”
“It’s a lie!” he said. “You are going to take a message to that parson, or the lieutenant. You have a letter.”
“No, I haven’t,” said Thisbe, looking harder than ever.
“What’s in that bundle?”