Then he came round to the door in the peach-garden wall two or three minutes before the clock over the stables struck nine.
He had not long to wait; he heard the gentle footfall of the princess on the garden path, the door opened, and she came through it.

He shook hands with her warmly; and as they went up the screen of trees she told him how she had bidden the baroness and Miss Lambart good night, gone to her bedroom, ruffled the bed, locked the door, and slipped, unseen, down the stairs and out of the house.

He praised her skill; and she found his praise very grateful.
The path to the knoll lay all the way through the dark woods; and the princess found them daunting.

They were full of strange noises, many of them eery-sounding; and in the dimness strange terrifying shapes seemed to move.

The Terror was not long discovering her fear, and forthwith put his arm round her waist and kept it there wherever the path was broad enough to allow it.