"Indeed it is. I was very thoughtless, but now let me atone for it. Where is your uncle, Miss Erskine?" asked the stranger, with respectful earnestness.
"You know my name?" cried Amy in her impulsive way.
"I have that happiness," was the answer, with a smile.
"But I don't know you, sir;" and she peered at him, trying to see his face in the darkness, for the copse was thick, and twilight had come on rapidly.
"Not yet; I live in hope. Shall we go? Your uncle will be uneasy."
"Where are we?" asked Amy, glad to move on, for the interview was becoming too personal even for her, and the stranger's manner fluttered her, though she enjoyed the romance of the adventure immensely.
"We are in the park which surrounds the castle. You were near the entrance to it from the vaults when you fainted."
"I wish I had kept on a little longer, and not disgraced myself by such a panic."
"Nay, that is a cruel wish, for then I should have lost the happiness of helping you."
They had been walking side by side, but were forced to pause on reaching a broken flight of steps, for Amy could not see the way before her.