“You are likely to leave it in a way you do not imagine,” said a man, springing in at the opening. He was speedily followed by another, and they both stood within the cave. “How is this?” said the latter, looking surprised and disappointed—“a woman and a boy.” Alice turned, at first much startled: but when a moment was past, she prepared herself to receive the intruders with the perfect confidence which a woman never fails to feel in the mildness and reason of a man, however rude. Moreover, having nothing to fear for her husband and father, she found little difficulty in retaining her self-possession, supported by her inherent dignity. One of them, who was distinguished from his companion by much superiority of mien, lifting his hat respectfully, addressed her: “It is unpleasant to question a woman, especially one of your appearance; but, madam, where are your companions?” “I am unable to inform you,” said Alice modestly; “yet I must say that in my present situation I could have wished to be spared the pain of confessing my ignorance.” The harsh features of the elder contracted into their sternest look, and it was evident how much he was disturbed by the cool manner of her reply. Alice gazed at his lowering features for a moment in perfect composure, as if she had naught to fear from his intentions. “Perhaps you can give us the information we desire?” said he, turning to Stanley. “Like this lady, I must confess my ignorance of their whereabouts, if you allude to Messrs. Lisle and Heath.” “Pardon us, fair lady of this grotto,” replied the younger cavalier, “but we will be obliged to search its inmost recesses.” “True, perhaps they are here, and this coolness may be assumed,” said the other: “let us proceed to make a thorough investigation.” “I will vacate the premises for you, gentlemen,” said Alice, drawing her arm through Stanley’s, and leaving the cave. After which, at a slow pace, they proceeded together toward the village. CHAPTER XIII. Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear! They were born to blush in her shining hair: She is leaving the home of her childhood’s mirth, She hath bid farewell to her father’s hearth; Her place is now by another’s side; Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride! MRS. HEMANS.