The first house you come to after that is the
inn. You understand!"
He nodded his head, with a sullen frown, and took his pipe out of his
pocket again.
"Let it alone this time," he said, meeting her eye. "My mind's upset.
When a man's mind's upset, a man can't smoke. What's the name of the
place?"
"Craig Fernie."
"Who am I to ask for at the door?"
"For your wife."
"Suppose they want you to give your name when you get there?"
"If I must give a name, I shall call myself Mrs., instead of Miss,
Silvester. But I shall do my best to avoid giving any name. And you will
do your best to avoid making a mistake, by only asking for me as your
wife. Is there any thing else you want to know?"
"Yes."
"Be quick about it! What is it?"
"How am I to know you have got away from here?"
"If you don't hear from me in half an hour from the time when I have
left you, you may be sure I have got away. Hush!"
Two voices, in conversation, were audible at the bottom of the
steps--Lady Lundie's voice and Sir Patrick's. Anne pointed to the door
in the back wall of the summer-house. She had just pulled it to again,
after Geoffrey had passed through it, when Lady Lundie and Sir Patrick
appeared at the top of the steps.
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