A week passed and the sick girl slowly gained strength enough to tell the story of her persecutions at the hands of Lindsey Warwick and his mother, but the pair of plotters had made good their escape and were now beyond the senator's vengeance. There was one thing that always seemed strange to them, and that was how Kay had found the way to his mistress. The girl always explained it in an embarrassed, halting fashion. "The old woman just unlocked the door, pushed Kay in, and went away again," she said. "And just a little later the flames burst through the side of the wall. I--I--looked out of the window and saw that I could not escape, then I fainted." "Lindsey Warwick probably stole Kay and took him there, thinking to please you," said the senator, and his black eyes flashed as he thought of the vengeance he would take on the kidnaper if he ever found him. They did not dream of the dark secret that lay behind the reluctance of Precious to talk of the mastiff's presence in her prison. They could not guess of the twilight hour when Ethel, sitting alone by her sister for a little while, had knelt down by Precious and begged her not to tell of her presence the day of the fire. "When I saw you fall back in the smoke, Precious, I thought you were dead, and I ran away in a frenzy of despair and came home, afraid to tell mamma because I believed the awful news would kill her. I thought a merciful silence would be best, so I kept the awful secret. And if you told them now, dear, perhaps they would blame me. They would say I ought to have sent you down the rope first, but you know how that was, dear. I wanted to be at the bottom to catch you if you should fall." "Yes, I know, dear sister, and I don't think they would blame you if we told them," sighed Precious; but because Ethel insisted on it she gave the promise of silence. CHAPTER XI. TO FORGET THE LURING BLUE EYES. "Droop and darken, eyes of blue, Love hath only tears for you; Love, begone, and lightly flee, Since thy smiles are not for me! Lips of scarlet, quench your fire, Torches vain of love's desire; Love, begone, and lightly flee, Since thy sweets are not for me!" But Precious improved too slowly to please the careful doctor. The long fast and the subsequent shock had told severely on her young frame, and it was almost the last of March when she was able to come out of her room. Then she looked too thin, too frail, too lily-like, to please those who loved her best. "Mrs. Winans, you must take her away from Washington to the country; she needs mountain air," said Doctor Heron. "Oh, doctor, what an idea! Leave Washington before the season is over! How can you tell mamma that?" pouted Ethel.