There was a thread of mystery running through everything in which Eric's name continually figured.

I had not seen him, was not even convinced he was in the Jerseys, yet this was the most natural explanation of these peculiar events; surely it was either Eric's safety she was battling for so heroically, or else she was at heart a pronounced patriot.
However, these thoughts helped me little, nor did contemplation of the surrounding stone walls inspire me to attempt escape.

Already had I tested each separate stone, the solid oaken door, and the iron-barred windows.

I could only wait quietly, striving to solve the meaning of those suddenly uplifted blue eyes, and the promise they contained..