Bel. We are lost!—we are lost!
Miss T. What do you mean?
Ch. Who has lost you?
Bel. Major McGillicuddy discovered your flight, and followed in the next train. The line is blocked through our accident, and his train has pulled up within a few yards of our own. He is now making his way to this very cottage! What do you say to that?
Miss T. I agree with you, we are lost!
Ch. I disagree with you; I should say you are found.
Bel. This man is a reckless fire-eater; he is jealous of me. He will assuredly shoot us both if he sees us here together. I am no coward—but—I confess I am uneasy.
Miss T. (to Cheviot). Oh, sir, you have a ready wit; help us out of this difficulty, and we will both bless you——
Bel. With our latest breath!
Ch. That decides me. Madam, remain here with me. Belvawney, withdraw. (Belvawney retires.) I will deal with this maniac alone. All I ask is, that if I find it necessary to make a statement that is not consistent with strict truth, you, madam, will unhesitatingly endorse it?