This she said, as I thought, involuntarily, for she quickly went on: "How do you know I have been sent? In these days even a woman may----" and then she stopped suddenly, like one afraid. "Because I have been staying at the _Barley Sheaf_," I replied. "Because I saw you come to the inn; because I heard your conversation to-night with the man who hath sent you to do his bidding, against your own will." "Then you _are_ a spy?" "If you will, but let me tell you what is in my mind before you call me by that name again. I was awakened an hour or two ago by the sound of a woman sobbing. She was pleading with some man not to send her out at midnight, but he persisted. I heard him threaten her, I heard him tell her that if her name were known some dread calamity would happen to her. I knew that he had some power over her, possessed some secret concerning her, and that she had perforce to do his will." "Well, what then, sir?" she asked sharply. "He commanded her to go to Pycroft, along a road that is infested by footpads." "And what have you to do with this?" "Nothing except that I determined to follow her, and offer her what protection and help I could give her. Ay, and more, to rid her from the man who is so unworthy to call himself her protector." At this she came up close to me, and looked steadily into my face. "Is that all you know?" she said. "That is all." "And that is your reason for following me?" "That is my reason." "What is your name?" I could see no harm in telling her. My name was unknown, and my mission hither was, I believed, a secret. "Roland Rashcliffe," I said. "Of Epping?" "Of that family, yes." "And this is true?" "On my word as a gentleman, yes." Again she looked at me steadily as if she were in sore straits what to do, and did not know whether she might trust me. "You know nothing about me beyond what you have said?" "Nothing." "And you desire only to see me safe from harm?" "That is all," and at the time it was true, for under the influence of the woman's presence my own mission to Pycroft seemed of little import. "And if I allow you to accompany me you will ask me no questions?" "I desire you to answer no questions of mine, nor to reveal to me anything which you would keep secret." "You do not know my name--nor his name?" "No." Again she scanned me eagerly, and then looked around her. All round us was a weary waste of uncultivated land, beyond the dark woods a cloud shot over the moon, while away in the distance the horizon was blackened by what looked like a coming storm. The winter had gone, and the spring was upon us, nevertheless the night had grown cold. I saw her shudder. "What are you?" she said. "Roundhead, or Cavalier?" "I do not know." At this she looked at me suspiciously.