Tell me you are none the worse." Mr.Lovel began to laugh, and there was relief in his laugh, for he had been more disquieted than he would have confessed.
"I am very greatly the worse!" He nodded to his bonds.

"I do not like your endearments, Cis." "Promise me not to try to escape, and I will cut them." The girl was very grave as she drew from a reticule beneath her cloak a pair of housewife's scissors.
Mr.Lovel laughed louder.

"I promise to bide where I am in this foul weather." Neatly and swiftly she cut the cords and he stretched arms and legs in growing comfort.
"Also I have not supped." "My poor father.

But in two hours' time you will have supper.

We sleep at--but that I must not say." "Where does this journey end?
Am I to have no news at all, my dear ?" "You promised, remember, so I will tell you.