“Catch us! not they! with my sword——”
“Now, Geoffrey, of course you are brave. But do be sensible. You are only one. No! I won’t even argue such nonsense. They must never know about what we have been doing up here; and you must go back into that cage at once.”
“What, and be locked up, and perhaps murdered to-night, and never see your face again?”
“But you shall see me again, and soon. That is what I am thinking about.”
“How can you come in here, Elaine?”
“You must come to me. I have it! To-night, at half-past eleven, come to the cellar-door at the Manor, and I will be there to let you in. Then we can talk over everything quietly. I have no time to think now.”
“The cellar! at the Manor! And how, pray, shall I get out of that cage?”
“Cannot you jump from the little window at the back?”
Geoffrey ran in to see. “No,” he said, returning; “it is many spans from the earth.”
Elaine had hurried into the closet, whence she returned with a dusty coil of rope. “Here, Geoffrey; quickly! put it about your waist. Wind it so. But how clumsy you are!”