CHAPTER XI.
SURRENDER But this interview with the inimical Quaker had more than strengthened Sir Marmaduke's design to carry his bold scheme more rapidly to its successful issue.
The game which he had played with grave risks for over three months now had begun to be dangerous.

The mysterious patriot from France could not afford to see prying enemies at his heels.
Anon when the graceful outline of Lady Sue's figure emerged from out the surrounding gloom, Sir Marmaduke went forward to meet her, and clasped her to him in a passionate embrace.
"My gracious lady ...

my beautiful Sue ..." he murmured whilst he covered her hands, her brow, her hair with ardent kisses, "you have come so late--and I have been so weary of waiting ...

waiting for you." He led her through the gardens to where one gigantic elm, grander than its fellows, had thrown out huge gnarled roots which protruded from out the ground.

One of these, moss-covered, green and soft, formed a perfect resting place.