Returning to her home, she told Major Lester and his wife just what had occurred, and they, too, felt that she had done only what was right. And yet, the next evening the sentinel on duty at the cabin saw Miss Carr approaching.
He had had orders to admit her at her will, and, as she drew near, her face closely veiled, she said, in a low tone:
“You have orders to admit Miss Carr, have you not, sentinel?”
“Yes, miss. Pass on!” and the sentinel resumed his steady pace to and fro, as soon as he had taken the outer beat, some thirty paces away from the cabin.
“Ah! Miss Carr, you have come again to see me in my loneliness,” said the prisoner, rising as the visitor entered.
The veil was thrown back, and, instead of Clarice Carr, it was Nina de Sutro who stood before him.
“Nina! is it you?”
“Sh—— It is not for you to call me by that name where it might be heard. I am Miss De Sutro to you, as to others.”
“Why this disguise in coming to see me?”
“Am I disguised?”