Then he ordered the carriage for them, and asked Mademoiselle Klosking when she would like them again. “When _can_ I?” she inquired, rather timidly. “Every day, if you like--Sundays and all.” “I must be content with every other day.” Vizard said he would arrange it so, and was leaving her; but she begged him to stay a moment. “She would be safer here,” said she, very gravely. Vizard was taken aback by the suddenness of this return to a topic he was simple enough to think she had abandoned. However, he said, “She is safe enough. I have taken care of that, you may be sure.” “You have done well, sir,” said Ina, very gravely. She said no more to him; but just before dinner Fanny came in, and Miss Gale went for a walk in the garden. Ina pinned Fanny directly. “Where is Miss Vizard?” said she, quietly. Fanny colored up; but seeing in a moment that fibs would be dangerous, said, mighty carelessly, “She is at Aunt Maitland's.” “Where does _she_ live, dear?” “In a poky little place called 'Somerville Villa.'” “Far from this?” “Not very. It is forty miles by the railway, but not thirty by the road; and Zoe went in the barouche all the way.” Mademoiselle Klosking thought a little, and then taking Fanny Dover's hand, said to her, very sweetly, “I beg you to honor me with your confidence, and tell me something. Believe me, it is for no selfish motive I ask you; but I think Miss Vizard is in danger. She is too far from her brother, and too far from me. Mr. Vizard says she is safe. Now, can you tell me what he means? How can she be safe? Is her heart turned to stone, like mine?” “No, indeed,” said Fanny. “Yes, I will be frank with you; for I believe you are wiser than any one of us. Zoe is not safe, left to herself. Her heart is anything but stone; and Heaven knows what wild, mad thing she might be led into. But I know perfectly well what Vizard means: no, I don't like to tell it you all; it will give you pain.” “There is little hope of that. I am past pain.” “Well, then--Miss Gale will scold me.” “No, she shall not.” “Oh, I know you have got the upper hand even of her; so if you promise I shall not be scolded, I'll tell you. You see, I had my misgivings about this very thing; and as soon as Vizard came home--it was he who took her to Aunt Maitland--I asked him what precautions he had taken to hinder that man from getting hold of her again. Well, then--oh, I ought to have begun by telling you Mr. Severne forged bills to get money out of Harrington.” “Good Heavens!” “Oh, Harrington will never punish him, if he keeps his distance; but he has advertised in all the papers, warning him that if he sets foot in Barfordshire he will be arrested and sent to prison.” Ina Klosking shook her head. “When a man is in love with such a woman as that, dangers could hardly deter him.”