“I cannot wait very near to Crishowell because the carriage might be seen, and when you are missed, as I suppose you will be in an hour or so, they would suspect where you had gone. The longer start we have of any one who may follow, the better.”
“Do you think they will come after us, Harry?”
“They might. But I hope by the time they see us, that it will be too late to take you away. You are not afraid, are you, dear?”
“No, I shall not be then. I need not mind any one when I am Mrs. Fenton.”
“We must meet on the other side of the village, for that will be a little bit further on our journey. Be in time, Isoline, because the longer I wait, the more chance there is of being seen. The second milestone out of Llangarth would do; you would not have a mile to walk then.”
“Suppose any one should see me.”
“If you are there at six o’clock, it will be quite dark; even if any one passed you would not be seen. The earlier we can get off the better.”
“But suppose they had a light,” said she, thinking of the man who had seen Rhys.
“Who carries a light so near sunrise?” exclaimed Harry. “No one.”