“Then he would know you at once. Oh! it’s impossible you can be Miss Lawless.”
“Very well, if it affords you any consolation to think so, you are perfectly welcome to your own opinion. Who am I then?”
“You were mistaken for, or rather you ought to be, a young lady, a celebrated beauty who lives in a cottage somewhere on the heath.”
“What! Erminie?”
“I really do not know the name. Is it possible you are not the one?”
“Well no, I rather think not. Though I may not be Pet Lawless; and as you say I’m not, I won’t dispute it—but I most decidedly am not Erminie Germaine.”
“Erminie who?” cried the outlaw, with a violent start.
“Germaine. Perhaps you object to that, too.”
“Pardon me; the name is—” He paused and shaded his fine eyes for a moment with his hand, then looking up, he added: “She was the one who was to be brought here; if you are really Miss Lawless, then there has been a tremendous mistake.”
“Humph! it seems to me to have been a mistake all through. I shouldn’t wonder the least if it turns out to be some of Master Garnet’s handiwork. So they wanted to carry off Erminie? Now, I’m real glad I was taken, if it had saved Minnie. It appears to have been a pretty piece of business, from beginning to end.”