“Rose,” he said, “I am going to ask you to do me a great favour. But you cannot except you are able to trust me.” “I do trust you,” she answered. “All I can tell you now is that you must go with that boy to-morrow. Before night you shall know more. Will you do it?” “I will,” answered Rose. “I dearly love a secret.” “I promise to let you understand it, if you do just as I tell you.” “I will.” “Be at this very spot then to-morrow morning, at six o’clock. Come here, Davy. This boy will take you where I shall tell him.” She looked from the one to the other. “I’ll risk it,” she said. “Put on a clean frock, and take a change of linen with you and your dressing things. No harm shall come to you.” “I’m not afraid,” she answered, but looked as if she would cry. “Of course you will not tell anyone.” “I will not, Mr MacPhail.” “You are trusting me a great deal, Rose; but I am trusting you too --more than you think.--Be off with that bag, Davy, and be here at six to-morrow morning, to carry this young woman’s for her.” Davy vanished. “Now, Rose,” continued Malcolm, “you had better go and make your preparations.” “Is that all, sir?” she said. “Yes. I shall see you to-morrow. Be brave.” Something in Malcolm’s tone and manner seemed to work strangely on the girl. She gazed up at him half frightened, but submissive, and went at once, looking, however, sadly disappointed. Malcolm had intended to go and tell Mr Graham of his plans that same night, but he found himself too much exhausted to walk to Camden Town. And thinking over it, he saw that it might be as well if he took the bold measure he contemplated without revealing it to his friend, to whom the knowledge might be the cause of inconvenience. He therefore went home and to bed, that he might be strong for the next day. CHAPTER LI. THE PSYCHE. He rose early the next morning, and having fed and dressed Kelpie, strapped her blanket behind her saddle, and, by all the macadamized ways he could find, rode her to the wharf--near where the Thames-tunnel had just been commenced. He had no great difficulty with her on the way, though it was rather nervous work at times. But of late her submission to her master had been decidedly growing. When he reached the wharf he rode her straight along the gangway on to the deck of the smack, as the easiest if not perhaps the safest way of getting her on board. As soon as she was properly secured, and he had satisfied himself as to the provision they had made for her, impressed upon the captain the necessity of being bountiful to her, and brought a loaf of sugar on board for her use, he left her with a lighter heart than he had had ever since first he fetched her from the same deck.