"Objection? She is a spy!"
"A spy? Of what, pray?"
"She came to help her friend to escape."
"To escape? How could she possibly help her to escape? Do you think it so easy to escape from this place?"
Girasole was silent.
"Do you think a young lady, who has never been out of the care of her friends before, could do much to assist a friend like herself in an escape?"
"She might."
"But how? This is not the street of a city. That house is watched, I think. There seem to be a few men in these woods, if I am not mistaken. Could this young lady help her friend to elude all these guards? Why, you know very well that she could not."
"Yes; but then there is—"
"Who?"