"There are those within that gaol who would do aught for me," she answered.
This she said as we crossed the bridge, eagerly looking around her as she spoke.
We still kept straight on, perhaps a hundred yards or more, when she suddenly took a turning to the right.
"And where go we now—Lady Denman?" I asked.
She gave a start, and then stood still as I mentioned her name.
"Nay, not that," she said almost hoarsely.
"It is not easy to speak to you unless I call you by your name," I said.
"Nay, but call me not by his name. He hath been the cause of all our troubles!"
She said these words with such bitterness of voice that she might not have been the same woman who had been speaking a few moments before.