"I could not have accepted your protection," said Anne, calmly. "My mission was in every respect a secret one. I met my father--some intercourse had taken place betwixt him and Rudolph Donnerhugel, which induced him to alter his purpose of carrying me away with him last night. I joined him, however, early this morning, while Annette acted for a time my part amongst the Swiss pilgrims. My father desired that it should not be known when or with whom I left my uncle and his escort. I need scarce remind you, that I saw you in the dungeon." "You were the preserver of my life," said the youth,--"the restorer of my liberty." "Ask me not the reason of my silence. I was then acting under the agency of others, not under mine own. Your escape was effected, in order to establish a communication betwixt the Swiss without the fortress and the soldiers within. After the alarm at La Ferette, I learned from Sigismund Biederman that a party of banditti were pursuing your father and you, with a view to pillage and robbery. My father had furnished me with the means of changing Anne of Geierstein into a German maiden of quality. I set out instantly, and glad I am to have given you a hint which might free you from danger." "But my father?" said Arthur. "I have every reason to hope he is well and safe," answered the young lady. "More than I were eager to protect both you and him--poor Sigismund amongst the first.--And now, my friend, these mysteries explained, it is time we part, and for ever." "Part!--and for ever!" repeated the youth, in a voice like a dying echo. "It is our fate," said the maiden. "I appeal to you if it is not your duty--I tell you it is mine. You will depart with early dawn to Strasburg--and--and--we never meet again." With an ardour of passion which he could not repress, Arthur Philipson threw himself at the feet of the maiden, whose faltering tone had clearly expressed that she felt deeply in uttering the words. She looked round for Annette, but Annette had disappeared at this most critical moment; and her mistress for a second or two was not perhaps sorry for her absence. "Rise," she said, "Arthur--rise. You must not give way to feelings that might be fatal to yourself and me." "Hear me, lady, before I bid you adieu, and for ever--the word of a criminal is heard, though he plead the worst cause--I am a belted knight, and the son and heir of an Earl, whose name has been spread throughout England and France, and wherever valour has had fame." "Alas!" said she, faintly, "I have but too long suspected what you now tell me--Rise, I pray you, rise."