ad I not promised to fly with you, next week?"

"True, my Bet, true, but next week is--next week. And then besides
though you would have run off with me in your own time yet I prefer to
run off with you in my own time. Moreover----"

"Well, sir?"

"I love the unexpected! I want you, Betty, but I'd have you come a
little unwilling to my embrace. Give me this pretty hand, suffer me
to--what, no?--excellent! Presently, here in the dark, with unbridled
tempest rioting about us, I shall kiss your lips and the more you
struggle in my arms the sweeter I shall find you--so, dearest Bet,
struggle and strive your best----"

But at this moment the coach slowed down, came to a standstill and a
hand knocked at the window. Whispering fierce curses Mr. Dalroyd
lowered it.

"Sir," said a voice humbly, "these bye-roads be evil going and in this
dark hard to follow--shall we light the lamps?"

"Aye--if you must--light one--the off one."

Thus after some little delay the lamp was lighted and the coach lurched
forward again. My lady sighed to find herself no longer in utter
darkness, though the light was faint--scarcely more than a glow. Then
dread seized her, for by this glow she saw her captor's eyes and,
reading his sure and merciless purpose there, she grew suddenly and
terribly afraid of him at last. Fronting that look she strove to hide
her shame and terror but he, wise in the ways of proud and frightened
beauty, laughed softly and leaned towards her. And in that moment,
looking beyond him, she saw over his shoulder that which strung every
quivering nerve of her, for in a sling, on Mr. Dalroyd's side of the
coach, hung his travelling pistols; and now in her terror the one
ambition of her life became narrowed down to this--to grasp sure
fingers round the silver-mounted butt of one of these weapons.

"Betty," said he, "my beautiful Betty, which is it to be?"

"Pray sir," said she, striving to speak lightly, "pray be more
explicit."

"Doth proud loveliness yield at last?" he questioned softly, "or shall
it be forced?" Even as he spoke his arms were about her; for a moment
she struggled wildly, then, as he crushed her to him, still struggling
against his contact, she yielded suddenly and, bearing him backward,
her white hand flashed out and, laughing hysterically, she wrenched
herself away from him.

"Sir," she panted, "O dear sir, you love surprises, you tell me--look,
look at this and beg your life of me!"

H