Una has escaped from the lion." She felt turf beneath her feet, and once or twice the brushing of twigs against her hand.

She began to have a faint suspicion as to whither he was leading her.

But she would not ask a second time.

She had yielded to his guidance, and though her heart fluttered strangely she would not seem to doubt.

The dread of Sir Roland's displeasure had receded to the back of her mind.