Towards evening, indeed, she became anxious and apprehensive, for no attempt to deliver her had, apparently, been made, and she had been warned that she was to embark for France that night.  From this apprehension, however, the Lady Helen speedily relieved her, by assuring her that there was no other ship to convey her but that which was hired to take herself and her young friend to France, and that they had determined upon putting off their departure till the succeeding night.

About the same hour, however, Caroline became uneasy and agitated.  She rose often; she looked often at her watch; she gazed out froth the window; she turned her eyes to the sky; and in the end she retired for a time to her own chamber, and returned shortly after, dressed for going out, with a short black cloak, richly trimmed, cast over her shoulders, and a silk hood, stiffened with whalebone and deeply fringed with lace, covering her head and the greatest part of her face.

“Who are you going to take with you, my dear child, to show you the way?” said the Lady Helen.

“No one, sweet lady,” replied the other.  “While you were away from me in London I had plenty of opportunity to explore every path round this house, and the place is so distinctly marked, that neither he nor I can mistake it.”

Lady Helen looked in her face for a moment with an expression somewhat sad as well as inquiring; and her beautiful companion, as if comprehending at once what she meant, advanced quietly towards her, knelt on the footstool at her feet, and putting her two hands in hers, she said, “I promise you most solemnly, dearest lady—­most solemnly and firmly do I promise, not to suffer myself to be shaken in any one of the resolutions which I have taken with your advice.”

“Thank you, my child, thank you,” cried the elder lady, “thank you for giving me the prospect, Caroline, of seeing you ultimately happy.  But oh, do not be late, my sweet child.  Return to us soon.  The country is in a distracted state—­the hour is very late.  You see it is already growing dusk.”

“I will return as soon as I can,” replied Caroline, and left the room.

The man who was still on watch in the passage looked at her attentively, but said nothing; and Plessis, who was at the door speaking to two ship-boys, said merely, “It is very cold and very late, madame.  I wonder you don’t get cold with such late walks.”

She made no reply, but went on:  and taking one or two turns through the tortuous lanes in the neighbourhood, arrived at a spot where a small obelisk, of no very graceful form or great dimensions, planted in the middle of the road, marked the boundary of four distinct parishes.  She paused there for a moment, and leaned upon the landmark, as if from fatigue, weakness, or agitation.  The light was now dim, but it was not yet dark; and in a moment or two she saw a figure appear suddenly in the lane before her.

It advanced rapidly towards her, and she pressed her hand tight upon her heart.  One might have heard it throbbing.  The gentleman came on with a pace like lightning, and held out his hand towards her.  She gave him her hand, but turned away her head; and after gazing on her for a moment, he drew her gently to his bosom, saying, “One kiss at least, my Caroline.”