“From this moment I shall be waiting for nothing else.”
Barbara, reappearing, heard their last words, and she came forward pale and with piercing eyes:
“Cousin Erskine, I want to apologize to you for my little faith. I hope you will forgive me. Mr. Grey, your horse will be at the door at once. I wish you a safe journey—to your command.” Grey bowed and turned—furious.
Erskine was on the porch when Grey came out to mount his horse.
“You will want seconds?” asked Grey.
“They might try to stop us—no!”
“I shall ride slowly,” Grey said. Erskine bowed.
“I shall not.”
XVII
Nor did he. Within half an hour Barbara, passing through the hall, saw that the rapiers were gone from the wall and she stopped, with the color fled from her face and her hand on her heart. At that moment Ephraim dashed in from the kitchen.