“I deny nothing,” said Manual, comprehending at once that this was his safest course. “Your mistress is willing, and the money is ready, but the old people say, halt!” “I am still mute!” “Tis prudent. You say march--Gretna Green is the object; and your flight is to be by water!” “Unless I can make my escape by water, I shall never make it,” said Manual, with another sympathetic movement with his hand to his throat. “Keep mute; you need tell me nothing. I can see into a mystery that is as deep as a well, to-night. Your companions are hirelings; perhaps your shipmates; or men to pilot you on this expedition!” “One is my shipmate, and the other is our pilot,” said Manual, with more truth than usual. “You are well provided. One thing more, and I shall become mute in my turn. Does she whom you seek lie in this house?” “She does not; she lies but a short distance from this place; and I should be a happy fellow could I but once more put foot----” “Eyes on her. Now listen, and you shall have your wish. You possess the ability to march yet, which, considering the lateness of the hour, is no trifling privilege; open that window--is it possible to descend from it?” Manual eagerly complied, but he turned from the place in disappointment. “It would be certain death to attempt the leap. The devil only could escape from it.” “So I should think,” returned Borroughcliffe, dryly. “You must be content to pass for that respectable gentleman for the rest of your days, in St. Ruth's Abbey. For through that identical hole must you wing your flight on the pinions of love.” “But how! The thing is impossible.” “In imagination only. There is some stir, a good deal of foolish apprehension, and a great excess of idle curiosity, among certain of the tenants of this house, on your account. They fear the rebels, who, we all know, have not soldiers enough to do their work neatly at home, and who, of course, would never think of sending any here. You wish to be snug--I wish to serve a brother in distress. Through that window you must be supposed to fly--no matter how; while by following me you can pass the sentinel, and retire peaceably, like any other mortal, on your own two stout legs.” This was a result that exceeded all that Manual had anticipated from their amicable but droll dialogue; and the hint was hardly given, before he threw on the garments that agitation had before rendered such encumbrances; and in less time than we have taken to relate it, the marine was completely equipped for his departure. In the mean time, Captain Borroughcliffe raised himself to an extremely erect posture, which he maintained with the inflexibility of a rigid martinet. When he found himself established on his feet, the soldier intimated to his prisoner that he was ready to proceed. The door was instantly opened by Manual, and together they entered the gallery.