"You might have saved the cigarettes and novels if you hadn't been so occupied in saving the fair Neenah," said her ladyship, with a provoking smile. "Alas! I thought of that also, but too late. Still, virtue was its own reward. Imagine my delight when we stopped to rest to have Neenah divide her own little store of Turkish cigarettes with me. We had a bully smoke up there in the wood." "Selim, too?" asked Browne casually. "Oh, no! Selim was exploring," said Chase easily. "Neenah is very beautiful," ventured Lady Agnes. "She is exquisite," replied Chase with the utmost _sang froid_. "Selim bought her last winter for a ten karat ruby and a pint of sapphires." "That explains her overwhelming love for Selim," said the Princess quietly. Chase looked into her eyes for a moment and smiled inwardly. "I'll be happy to tell you all about her some other time," he said. "Her story is most interesting." "That will be perfectly delightful," chimed in Drusilla. "We shan't miss those racy novels, after all." "We finally got to the edge of the cliff and unearthed the rope, which we already had fastened to the trunk of a tree. It had been securely spliced in three places beforehand, giving us the proper length. It was a frightful trip we had over the ridge. Exhibit: the scratches upon my erstwhile beautiful countenance; reserved: the bruises upon my unhappy knees and elbows. I was obliged to carry Neenah for the last quarter of a mile, poor little girl. She was tied to my back, leaving my throat and chest free, and down we came. Simplest thing in the world. Presto! Here am I, with my happy family at my heels." "Well, we can't sit here and dawdle all day," exclaimed Deppingham. "We must be moving about--arrange our batteries, and all that, don't you know. Get out a skirmish line, nominate our spies, bolster up our defences, set a watch, court-martial the prisoners, and look into the commissariat. We've got to stave these devils off for two or three weeks, at least, and we'll have to look sharp. Browne, that's the third cup of coffee you've had. Come along! This isn't Boston." As they left the breakfast room, Chase stepped to Genevra's side and walked with her. They traversed the full length of the long hall in silence. At the foot of the stairs, where they were to part, she extended her hand, a bright smile in her eyes. "You were and are very brave and good," she said. He withheld his hand and she dropped hers, hurt and strangely vexed. "Don't you care for my approval? Or do you--" "You forget, Princess, that my hands are still suffering from the bravery you would laud," he said, holding them resolutely behind his back. "Oh, I remember!" she cried in quick comprehension. "They were cut and bruised by the rope. How thoughtless of me. What are you doing for them? Come, Mr. Chase, may I not dress them for you? I am capable--I am not afraid of wounds. We have had many of them in our family--and fatal ones too." She was eager now, and earnest.