Who could it be then?
Marcel Trouet and Lord Denningham.
That was Gabrielle's instant thought as she clung to Cécile's hand.
Yes, it would be those two. They were pursuing them, they would find them.
Instinct had long since told Gabrielle what Lord Denningham's feelings towards her were. She already vaguely guessed his intentions.
But she would die sooner than marry him. Oh! it would be easy to die, rather than that.
And he had ridden to, and from, Kérnak now to find her.
She was convinced of it.
But what should they do?
Where hide?