"To-morrow, then, my fair and obdurate love," said he. "To-morrow! Until then, adieu!"
No word or motion betrayed that she heard him.
He closed and locked the door, going away with the exultant thought that this was his last parting from his beautiful captive.
She heard the sound of the receding footsteps, and fell on her knees, lifting up her convulsed face in a passionate appeal to God that He would deliver her from the snares of these wicked men.
They went down-stairs and were closeted some time with Doctor Heath.
When they went away a large roll of bills was passed from the purse of Harold Colville to the pocket of the complacent little insane-doctor. Then resuming their disguises they took leave.
"To-morrow, then," said Colville, as they descended the steps, speaking thoughtlessly aloud. "To-morrow we shall return, and with the worthy priest's assistance, I shall bear away my unwilling bride."
"Hush! do not speak so loud," said Doctor Pratt, cautiously. "The very stones have ears."
They sprang into their carriage and drove rapidly away.
Then a dark form that had been crouching beneath the steps came out and straightened its cramped limbs.