"There may be much to excuse her for not believing in me," Barrington went on. "We know only a little of the story. We may have been the bearers of a lying message. With her knowledge of facts, every word I uttered may only have convicted me of greater villainy. We have hardly been just, Seth."
"I can find no excuse for her sending us to the wood."
"I can, Seth. Such a scoundrel as she may have thought me was not fit to live. More than her own safety was at stake."
"Well, Master Richard?"
"I am going to the Lion d'Or."
Seth moved his shoulders, it was not a shrug, but as though he would get the burden he carried into as easy a position as possible.
"We are hardly likely to meet with such good luck a second time. We escaped from the wood end, but"
"There is no trap set for us this time," Barrington said. "She may be in no need of help, in that case we ride on to Paris, and she will be none the wiser. The plan is simple. We stay here till dark. I shall go back on foot, you will wait for me here with the horses. An hour should suffice. If she is in danger I must do what I can to help her. It is impossible to say what action I shall take, but wait here for me, Seth, all night. If I do not return by the morning, ride into Paris, inquire for Monsieur de Lafayette, and tell him what has happened."
"Let me come with you, Master Richard. We could tether the horses here. It is most unlikely they would be found."
"One man may go unnoticed where two could not," Barrington returned. "You must remain here, Seth."