London (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
"Innocent of what? Do you really think I stole the necklace? My dear
Lady Prudence, I am a highwayman when occasion serves, but I am not a
thief. Last night, on the king’s business, I waylaid the wrong man, and
all I got for my pains was this fine casket, which I never opened until
now. Evidently I robbed the thief, confound him! and the papers I was
commanded to secure are God knows where!"
"Oh! Robin, I am so glad!" she cried. "They said Robin the highwayman
was at his tricks again, and had stolen the queen’s necklace from
Marlborough House, and oh, I was so ashamed to think such a thing could
be said of—-_my husband_!"
She half turned away, murmuring the last words so softly that only the
ears of love could have caught them.
"Oh! Prue—angel—is it really possible that you think of me as your
husband? Oh! I know there has been an empty ceremony which meant
nothing to you, and to me only vain longing and a mad dream of
unattainable happiness; but what a fool I am! Of course I ought to have
understood that you fear to be brought to shame if it should be
suspected that the thief of the queen’s necklace is your—"
Prue’s eyes flashed and her little high-heeled shoe tapped angrily on
the floor.
"You are indeed a fool!" she exclaimed. "I do not know why I have any
patience at all with you. Will you begone from here at once, sir, and
not offend me by tarrying when I have risked so much to save your life?"
He started and flushed guiltily. "Selfish brute that I am! I forgot
the danger to you. A thousand thanks, dear Lady Prudence, for your
warning. I will profit by it when I have conducted you to safety."
"You will do nothing of the sort," she retorted imperiously. "When I
arrived you were preparing to depart; do so at once, for if you wait for
the house to be surrounded by the soldiers it will be too late. Even
now, if you leave it alive, you may fall into an ambush. Is there no
exit except into the street?"
"Yes; this room opens on a terrace overlooking the river, and although I
believed myself safe in London for a few days, I have a boat in
readiness in case I should be forced to leave in a hurry," said Robin.
"There are hiding-places in Southwark and Lambeth where the queen’s
whole army might hunt a week for me in vain."
"Be cautious then, for that may be known to your enemies; and, above
all, be speedy—"
While she was speaking, the door was flung open abruptly and Steve
Larkyn—his face blazing with fury—darted in.
"You are betrayed, Captain!" he ejaculated. "This woman has brought the
soldiers with her. For the love of God, do not stop to listen to her,
but escape while there is time—"
"You hear?" cried Prue, in a frenzy. "Go—go instantly! I command you!"
"What, go away and leave you here to meet the soldiers alone? Never!"
said Robin, with a calmness that contrasted strongly with the excitement
of the others.
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