She said nothing. He helped her out, catching her in his arms as she descended, and lifting her to the ground. Mrs. Compton was already waiting, having descended first. Lights were burning in the cottage window.
“This is your home for the present,” said Brandon. “Here you are safe. You will find every thing that you want, and the servants are faithful. You may trust them.”
He shook hands, with Mrs. Compton, pressed the hand of Beatrice, and leaped into the coach.
“Good-by,” he called, as Asgeelo whipped the horses.
“Good-by forever,” murmured Beatrice through her tears.
CHAPTER XLVII. — ROUSED AT LAST.
About this time Despard received a call from Langhetti. “I am going away,” said the latter, after the preliminary greetings. “I am well enough now to resume my search after Beatrice.”
“Beatrice?”