“And didn't mean anything really wrong?”
“Never—oh, never!”
More kindly than before she murmured—
“Well, I guess I'll take you out, then. I've bribed Dugald, so that's all right. When my car's ready I'll send him up for you. You just lie still till he comes.”
From which it appears that Count Bunker's appreciation of the sex fell short of their meed.
Hardly daring to breathe for fear of awakening his fellow-prisoner, trembling with agitation, and consumed by a mad impatience for action, the Baron passed five of the longest minutes he had ever endured. At the end of that time he heard a stealthy step upon the stairs, and with infinite precautions threw off his bedclothes and sat upright, ready for instant departure. But how slowly and with what a superfluity of precaution his jailor moved! When the door at length opened he wondered that no ray of light fell this time.
“Dugald!” he whispered eagerly.
“Hush!” replied a softer voice than Dugald's; as soft, indeed, as Eleanor's, yet clearly different.
“Who is zat?” he gasped.
“Eva Gallosh!” said the silken voice. “Oh, is that you?”