"Twenty pounds, I should think, would cover the whole expense. Here is the money; take it and send out and get the things as soon as you can," said Mrs. MacDonald, putting two ten-pound notes in the hand of the dame. "I'll has them all in by twal' o' the clock," answered the dame zealously. "Be guid till us! The Honorable Mrs. Dugald! Yon quean! Who'd hae thocht it? But what will be the reason they pit the bonny leddy in prison? It's wonderfu'! It canna be for ony misdeed?" "No, dame, it is for no misdeed. Ah! you have not read history, or you would know that ladies of the highest rank, even queens and princesses, have been sometimes put in prison." "Guid be guid till us! For what crime, gin your leddyship pleases?" "For no crime at all. They have been accused of treason, or conspiracy, or something." "And sic will be the case wi' this puir leddy?" "Yes," said Mrs. MacDonald, whose regard for the truth was not of the strictest description. "And what did they do wi' the puir queens?" "Cut off their heads." "Hech! that was awfu'! And what will they do wi' this puir leddy?" "Release her after a while, because they can prove nothing against her, and because she has powerful friends." "Eh, but that's guid." "And those friends will well reward such of the officers of the prison as shall be kind to her during her incarceration," said Mrs. MacDonald meaningly. "And now I will trouble you to unlock the door and admit me for a few minutes to see Mrs. Dugald." "Surely, me leddy," said the dame, with alacrity. When Mrs. MacDonald found herself once more alone with her friend she said: "You will have everything you may require for your comfort in the course of a few hours; and you will have no more trouble from the insolence of your attendant. I have arranged all that. And now, my dear, I am going to see the viscount. What message have you for him?" "None at all. I hate him; he has brought me to this! And he deceived me about the black woman's death and nearly frightened me into illness. Ah! the beast!" exclaimed Faustina, with a vehemence of spite that quite astounded her visitor. "My dear," she said, after she had in some degree recovered her composure and collected her faculties, "that there is something very dreadful in this arrest no one can doubt; some charge of kidnaping in which you are both said to be implicated. But let us hope that the charge will be disproved; let us say that it will; in which case, will it be well for you to quarrel with the viscount? Think of it, and send him some kind message." "I cannot think, and I will not send him any message," persisted Faustina. "Then I must think for you. Good-by for a little while, my pet. I will be with you again before I leave town," said Mrs. MacDonald, as she left the cell. She proceeded immediately to the warden's office, and requested permission to visit the Viscount Vincent in his cell.