"There, you see, I am right. He has taken quite a scare, and daren't come back. Perhaps you won't believe that. There, come along; we're wasting time." "It is not true." "How can you be so foolish! I tell you I was to bring you along, and you must come now. Hush! don't talk, but come." He caught her hand and drew it through his arm so suddenly that, hesitating between faith and doubt, she made no resistance; and, ready to blame herself now for her want of trust, she was accompanying him towards the door when it was opened quickly, and their way was blocked by Leslie and Uncle Luke. Pradelle uttered an angry ejaculation, and Louise shrank back speechless, her eyes dilated, her lips apart, and a bewildering sense of confusion robbing her of the power of speech, as she realised to the full her position in the sight of those who had sought her out. "Then he was right, Leslie," said Uncle Luke slowly, as he looked from his niece to Pradelle, and back. "Uncle!" she cried in agony, "what are you thinking?" "That you are my niece--a woman," said the old man coldly; "and that this is Mr Pradelle." "Uncle, dear uncle, let me explain," cried Louise wildly, as she shivered at the look of contempt cast upon her by Leslie. "The situation needs no explanation," said Uncle Luke coldly. "Not a bit," said Pradelle with a half laugh. "Well, gentlemen, what do you want? This lady is under my protection. Please to let us pass." "Yes," said Uncle Luke in the same coldly sarcastic tone of voice, "you can pass, but, in spite of everything, the lady stays with me." "No, sir, she goes with me," said Pradelle in a blustering tone. "Come on," he whispered, "for Harry's sake." "No," said Uncle Luke. "I think we will spare her the pain of seeing you arrested. Mr Pradelle, the police are on the stairs." Volume 3, Chapter XVIII. THE DOG BITES. Pradelle started back as if he had been stung. "Police?" he said. "What do you mean?" "What a man does mean, you scoundrel, when he talks about them--to give you into custody." "It is not a criminal offence to elope with a lady," said Pradelle, with a malicious look at Leslie, who stood before the door with his hands clenched. "Uncle!" cried Louise, whose pale face now flamed up as she glanced at Leslie, and saw that he avoided her eyes. "You wait," he said. "I'll finish with this fellow first, and end by taking you home." "But, uncle, let me explain." "You'll hold your tongue!" cried Pradelle sharply. "Think what you are going to do." "Yes, she can hold her tongue," cried Uncle Luke, "while I settle our little business, sir. Let me see. Ah! I was always sure of that." Pradelle had thrust himself forward offensively, and in a threatening manner so near that the old man had only to dart out one hand to seize him by the throat; and quick as lightning had drawn an old gold ring from the scarf the young man wore. "What are you doing?" roared Pradelle, clenching his fist.