"No!" cried Cleone.
"Turn!" said Barnabas, and, as the post-boy hesitated, levelled his pistol.
But now, even as the postilion chirruped to his horses, the chaise door was flung open and Cleone sprang down into the road; but even so, Barnabas barred her way.
"Let me pass!" she cried.
"To Chichester?"
"Yes—God help me. Since you force me to it! Let me go!"
"Get back into the chaise, my lady."
"No, no! Let me pass, I go to save my brother—"
"Not this way!"
"Oh!" she cried passionately, "you force it upon me, yes—you! you! If you won't help me, I must go to him! Dear heaven! there is no other way, let me go—you must—you shall!"