“I am the senior curate,” he said. “The staff consists of five priests besides the vicar.” “They want to take you away from me,” said Lady Isabel. “But you won’t go, say you won’t, Barnabas.” Mr. Pennefather took his place at his wife’s side. He held her hand in his. “Nothing on earth,” he said, “can separate us now.” “Very well,” said Priscilla. “You’re rather ungrateful, both of you, considering all we’re doing for you, and I don’t think you’re exactly polite to Miss Rutherford, however----” “Don’t mind about me,” said Miss Rutherford. “I feel snubbed, of course, but I wasn’t really keen on having him for a husband, even temporarily.” Mr. Pennefather looked at her with shocked surprise. A deep flush spread slowly over his face. His eyes blazed with righteous indignation. “Woman----” he began. “If you don’t mind,” said Priscilla, “I think we’ll call you Barnabas. It’s rather long, of course, and solemn. The natural thing would be to shorten it down to Barny, but that wouldn’t suit you a bit. The rain’s over now. I think I’ll go down and bail out the Tortoise. Then we’ll all start. You people can be taking down the tent that’s standing, and folding up the other one.” “Where are we going to?” said Mr. Pennefather. “To a sanctuary,” said Miss Rutherford, “an inviolable sanctuary. Priscilla has that written down on the cover of a jam pot, so there’s no use arguing about it.” “She says we’ll be safe,” said Lady Isabel. “I refuse to move,” said Mr. Pennefather, “until I know where I’m going and why.” “You talk to him, Cousin Frank,” said Priscilla. “I see Jimmy Kinsella coming round the corner in his boat and I really must bail out the Tortoise.” “If you don’t move out of this pretty quick,” said Frank to Mr. Pennefather, “Lord Torrington will have you to a dead cert.” “‘And fast before her father’s men,” said Miss Rutherford, “‘three days we fled together. And should they find us in this glen----’” “Oh, Barnabas,” said Lady Isabel, who knew Campbell’s poem and anticipated the end of the quotation, “Oh, Barnabas, let’s go, anywhere, anywhere.” “I never saw any man,” said Frank, “in such a wax as Lord Torrington.” “I haven’t met him myself,” said Miss Rutherford, “but I expect that when he begins to speak he’ll shock you even worse than I did.” “We don’t mind Father,” said Lady Isabel. “It’s Mother.” “They’re both on your track,” said Frank.