"Yet I can’t go to Holland in these tatters," she persisted in exasperation. "Indeed, madame, I see not how the effect could be improved," he answered, smiling at her admiringly. "But an it be indeed a matter of absolute necessity, tho’ it seemeth at present an utter impossibility, I will bear the matter in mind when I lay my plans." "That is kind," answered Barbara, with an approving smile. Then she turned to Ralph with a sudden exclamation of distress. "Oh! you poor boy," she exclaimed, "I had forgotten you entirely; you must be famished. See, here is our store. Eat what you will, and then rest; you must be wearied out with fatigue." There was a tenderness in her voice and actions as she hovered over her old playmate seeing to his wants, a tenderness that sounded bitterly in the ears of Captain Protheroe. It was after all only the ’mother’ feeling, natural in all women towards one whom they instinctively know to be weaker than themselves, but it was capable of a very different interpretation, and small blame to her companions did they thus interpret it, the one with a quick gladness, the other with a sudden pang. When Ralph’s wants had been supplied, and he had at last stretched himself out to sleep, Barbara came slowly and seated herself by Captain Protheroe’s side. "Captain Protheroe," she began hesitatingly, "were you indeed imprisoned solely on account of what you did for Rupert?" "Nay, madame," he assured her quickly; "that was but the pretext I was imprisoned on account of an old grudge." "Yet had there not been that pretext," she began. "They had invented another, madame." "But none save I knew of it. How could they hear it?" she questioned wonderingly. "That, Mistress Barbara, is what I have been wondering ever since my arrest." She looked at him curiously. "And did you ever, in the midst of your wondering, suspect me, Captain Protheroe?" He dropped his eyes before her clear glance. "I am ashamed to confess that I did." "That was unjust," she exclaimed quickly. "Despite all testimony, I never believed that you had betrayed me." "I betray you!" he cried indignantly. "Why, how could you dream it, madame?" "And how should you then deem it possible in me?" "Oh; that was different." "I do not see it," she answered with a smile. "But you know now that I am no traitor?" "My faith upon it, Mistress Barbara," he cried earnestly. "I knew it the instant I looked again upon your face." "And yet——" she mused, "’tis passing strange. It would seem we have a mutual enemy. I would I knew who had betrayed us." "And I," he answered grimly. "You would be revenged?" she questioned curiously. "There should be a reckoning, Mistress Barbara." "You believed me a traitor when we were together in prison?" "I deemed it possible. Consider, Mistress Barbara, I knew no other who could have——" "And yet, believing that, you saved me?" "And yet, I saved you," he answered, smiling. "Was that then your revenge?"