IV.
FRIDAY.
This is written under very different circumstances—and in a different place. My last words were written with my eyes shut; these are written with them open, but I shall simply tell what happened as calmly as I can. Let the events speak; I shall make no comment in the meanwhile.
On that Friday morning our breakfast was converted into a council of war. We all three discussed the situation gravely and frankly. I felt tempted to say some very bitter words to Tiel, for it seemed to me quite obvious that it was simply his gross mismanagement which had brought us to the edge of this precipice; but I am glad now I refrained. I was at no pains, however, to be over-polite.
"There is nothing to be done in the meanwhile, I'm afraid," said he.
This coolness seemed to me all very well in its proper season, but not at present.
"Yes, there is," I said urgently. "We might get out of this house and look for some other refuge!"
He shook his head.
"Not by daylight, if it is being watched."