"Here's a mystery, forsooth! Who is she? What is she? What lovely eyes! And what a witching face! Now how should a fellow act in a case like this? Ought I not to follow her?" Paul had no wish to force his protection upon a young woman averse to it, but the circumstances seemed to justify him in exercising some sort of surveillance over her, for though the Dalmatians might be such paladins as she had represented, there were dangers other than those arising from the malevolence of human beings--bears, for example. If harm should befall her, then his would be the blame for permitting her to go on her way alone. But as she was opposed to his presence he shrank from walking by her side. She might insist upon his retiring, and refusal or obedience would be equally distasteful to him. His course was clear; the protection must be exercised from a distance, and without her knowledge. Accordingly he followed in the wake of the young woman, screening himself from a possible backward glance on her part by keeping within the covert of the trees that skirted the roadside, and stepping out from time to time to note her progress. Her slow and halting pace gave clear indication that she was worn with travelling, and half-an-hour had not passed when Paul observed her swaying to one side as if about to fall. Too tired to proceed farther, she turned to a grassy mound beside the road and sat down, resting her brow upon her hand, the very picture of languor and despondency. The sight of her helplessness moved Paul strangely. No longer concealing himself, he walked boldly forward in the centre of the road that she might observe his coming. "Signor, you are following me," she said, with a touch of reproach in her voice. "I plead guilty." "Wishing to protect me from imaginary perils?" "Imaginary! You may be safe from men, but have you made a truce with the beasts? A huge bear crossed this road a few hours ago." The lady gave a start of fear. Paul saw his advantage and pursued it. "Signorina, I am an Englishman--a military officer, as you see," he remarked, putting aside his cloak and revealing his handsome uniform of dark blue adorned with silver facings. "I do not ask who or whence you are; but whether you be princess or peasant, I cannot let you go on your way alone and unprotected." She did not reply, and Paul continued in a somewhat firmer tone,-- "You do wrong to repel me. You are too exhausted to walk farther without aid." "You speak the truth," she murmured. "I am faint. I have eaten nothing for twelve hours." Her tone went to Paul's heart, the more so as he had nothing to offer her in the shape of food, for he had long ago consumed his last morsel. "You must think it strange," said the lady, after a brief pause, "for a woman to be wandering in this hour in such a spot." "I do not press for confidences--only for permission to conduct you to a place of safety."