“No, no,” she pleaded.  “I wish to be beside you.”

“There may be danger, my dear.  Chaldea will not stick at a trifle to revenge herself, you know.”

“All the more reason that I should be with you,” insisted Agnes.  “Besides, these wretches are plotting against me as much as against you, so it is only fair that I should be on the spot to defend myself.”

“You have a husband to defend you now, Agnes.  Still, as I know you will be anxious if I leave you in this out-of-the-way place, it will be best for us both to go to London.  There is a telephone at Wanbury, and I can communicate with you at once should it be necessary.”

“Of course it will be necessary,” said Mrs. Lambert with fond impatience.  “I shall worry dreadfully to think that you are in danger.  I don’t wish to lose you now that we are together.”

“You can depend upon my keeping out of danger, for your sake, dear,” said the young man, caressing her.  “Moreover, Mother Cockleshell will look after me should Chaldea try any of her Romany tricks.  Stay in town, darling.”

“Oh, dear me, that flat is so dingy, and lonely, and disagreeable.”

“You shan’t remain at the flat.  There’s a very pleasant hotel near Hyde Park where we can put up.”

“It’s so expensive.”

“Never mind the expense, just now.  When everything is square we can consider economy.  But I shall not be easy in my mind until poor Pine’s murderer is in custody.”

“I only hope Garvington won’t be found to be an accomplice,” said Agnes, with a shiver.  “Bad as he is, I can’t help remembering that he is my brother.”

“And the head of the Lamberts,” added her husband gravely.  “You may be sure that I shall try and save the name from disgrace.”

“It’s a dismal ending to our honeymoon.”

“Let us look upon it as the last hedge of trouble which has to be jumped.”

Agnes laughed at this quaint way of putting things, and cheered up.  For the next few days they did their best to enjoy to the full the golden hours of love, and peace which remained, and then departed, to the unfeigned regret of Mrs.  “Anak.”  But present pleasure meant future trouble, so the happy pair—­and they were happy in spite of the lowering clouds—­were forced to leave their temporary paradise in order to baffle their enemies.  Miss Greeby, Chaldea, Silver, and perhaps Garvington, were all arrayed against them, so a conflict could not possibly be avoided.

Agnes took up her abode in the private hotel near the Park which Lambert had referred to, and was very comfortable, although she did not enjoy that luxury with which Pine’s care had formerly surrounded her.  Having seen that she had all she required, Noel took the train to Wanbury, and thence drove in a hired fly to Garvington, where he put up at the village inn.  It was late at night when he arrived, so it might have been expected that few would have noted his coming.  This was true, but among the few was Chaldea, who still camped with her tribe in Abbot’s Wood.  Whosoever now owned the property on mortgage, evidently did not desire to send the gypsies packing, and, of course, Garvington, not having the power, could not do so.