y we took your uncle from the brig. He is
arranging for the brig to lie off here and pick you up. Maurice and I
will take you out in the boat. We will come in to the mouth of the cave
and shout to you unless it's rough. If it's rough, Neal, you must swim
out and hide somewhere among the rocks. But I hope it will stay calm.
Maurice may be back to-morrow or next day. I've given you enough to eat
for two days. I may not be able to come to-morrow."

"Do come again, Una, it's very lonely here."

"I will if I can, Neal. Good-bye. Keep a good heart. Good-bye. Oh, but
it's hard to be leaving you in this dark place, but I think it's safe,
and the country is full of yeomen. Good-bye, Neal. God bless you."

When Una and Hannah reached the little cove again, they found luncheon
spread out on the grass ready for them. The troopers who had brought
the baskets from Dunseveric House sat on their horses at the end of the
rough track which led to the strand. The Comtesse reclined on a cloak
spread for her on the grass. Captain Twinely, a worshipper with bold
eyes and stupid tongue, sat at her feet and gazed at her. He had ceased
even to wonder at his own good fortune in captivating so fair a lady. He
had forgotten all about the angular daughter of a neighbouring squire,
who was waiting for him to marry her. He was hopelessly, helplessly,
fascinated by the woman in front of him. Estelle de Tourneville had
never made an easier conquest. And she was already exceedingly weary of
the flirtation. The man bored her because he was dull. He disgusted her
because he was amorous.

"Oh, Una," she cried, "how quick you've been! It hardly seems a moment
since you left. Captain Twinely and I have had such a delightful talk. I
was telling him about the Jacobins in Paris, and how they wanted to cut
my head off in the Terror. My dear, your hair is all wet. You look just
like a seal with your sleek head and your brown eyes. Just fancy, Una,
Captain Twinely thought that we were in sympathy with the rebels here.
He had actually told his men to watch us in case we should try to help
some horrid _sans-culotte_ who is hiding somewhere. Just think of his
suspecting me--me, of all people."

She cast a glance at Captain Twinely. Her eyes were full of half serious
reproach, of laughter and enticement.

"I'm very hungry after my swim," said Una, "let us have our lunch."

Captain Twinely, awkward but anxious to please, was on his feet in
an instant. He waited