"I am a light sleeper," smiled the countess. "I am very sorry, papa, that I aroused the house in this manner," said Claudia, with real regret in her tone. "It was not like you to do so, for a dream, my dear," replied the judge gravely. "It was no dream, papa! it was no dream, as the result will prove." "What was it then, my dear?" "It was the Viscount Vincent!" "The Viscount Vincent!" exclaimed the judge, in astonishment. "Yes, papa; he has contrived to escape and to enter this house and this very room. It was his sudden appearance that frightened me into the screaming fit that alarmed the household; and for which I am very sorry." "The Viscount Vincent here! But how on earth could he have escaped from prison?" "I do not know, papa. I only know by the evidence of my own senses that he has done so." "My dearest Claudia, believe me, you have been dreaming. Judge Merlin, if you knew the great strength and security of our prisons, you would also know how impossible it would be for any prisoner to escape," said Lady Hurstmonceux, addressing in turn the father and the daughter. "Berenice, that I have not been dreaming to-morrow will show. For to-morrow you and all concerned will know that Lord Vincent has escaped from prison. But my dear Berenice, and you, my dearest father, promise to me one thing; promise me not to give Lord Vincent up to justice; but to suffer him to get away from the country, if he can do so. That is doubtless all that he proposes to himself to do. And such exile will be punishment enough in itself for him, especially as it will involve the resignation of his rank, title, and inheritance. So let him get away if he can. He can work no further woe for me. Frisbie's dying confession has killed off all his calumnies against me. He is harmless henceforth. So leave him to God," pleaded Claudia. "I am willing to do, or leave undone, whatever you please, my dear; but--do you really think that you actually did see the viscount, and that you did not only dream of seeing him?" inquired the judge, unable to get over his amazement. "Yes, papa; I saw him; and to-morrow will prove that I did so," said Claudia emphatically. Lady Hurstmonceux smiled incredulously, for she did not reflect that there were more ways than one of breaking out of prison. "But supposing it to have been the viscount; and supposing that he had succeeded in bursting locks and bars and eluding guards and sentinels; why should he have come here, of all places in the world? What could have been his motive in so risking a recapture?" inquired the judge, who seemed inclined to investigate the affair then and there. "I do not know, papa. I have not had time to think. I was so astonished and even frightened at his mere appearance that I never asked myself the reason of it," answered Claudia. "Did you not ask him?" "No, papa. I only screamed." "Did he not speak to you?" "Yes, papa." "What did he say?"