"Then pray don't make it. Unless you listen to my warning, you will fall into a snare that has been privily laid for you."
"Privily laid for me by Urso, eh? The Roundhead rogue had better take care of himself, or you will speedily become a widow."
"It is not of Urso I would warn you. Do not take part in the camisade to-night."
"The camisade!" he exclaimed, in surprise. "How do you know there is to be a camisade? Who has told you of it? Answer me that."
All his levity had vanished. As she did not answer, he repeated the question still more peremptorily.
"No matter who told me," she rejoined. "If you value your life you will not go. I have warned you. Do as you please. Farewell!"
"Stay! we must not part thus. You spoke of a snare being privily laid for me. What was your meaning?"
"I will tell you nothing more," she rejoined.
And breaking from him, she flew towards the inn.
Just as she reached the door the Cavaliers came forth in a body. Some of them tried to stop her, but she pushed them aside and got into the house.