At each house the door was shut in his face.

Wogan was in despair; nowhere could delay be so dangerous as at Trent, where there were soldiers, and a Governor who would not hesitate to act without orders if he suspected the Princess Clementina was escaping through his town.

Two hours had passed in Wogan's vain search,--two hours of daylight, during which Clementina had sat in an unharnessed carriage in the market square.

Wogan ran back to the square, half expecting to find that she had been recognised and arrested.

As he reached the square, he saw that curious people were loitering about the carriage; as he pushed through them, he heard them questioning why travellers should on so hot a morning of spring sit muffled up in a close, dark carriage when they could take their ease beneath trees in the inn-garden.