After our disappointment we lay back in the coach, determined to ignore time, and thereby perhaps hasten it. In truth, time's lagging was not unpleasant for me, in one respect, at least, for Bettina was by my side. I found delight in keeping her well tucked about with rugs, so that not even a breath of the storm nor a flake of snow could reach her. She wore a great fur hood which buttoned under her chin, almost covering her face and falling in a soft warm curtain to her shoulders and bosom. She was warm, and aside from our great cause of anxiety, I believe, was happy. I wished a hundred times that George were in another coach, though had he been, I well knew that I should have said a great deal to Betty which on the morrow would have been regretted, both for her sake and my own. Just at a point when time seemed to have halted, the driver lifted the rug hanging behind him, and said:-- "Here is the bend, sir, and yonder is the bourne." Presently we knew by the breaking of the ice and the splashing of the water that we were crossing the bourne, and when we were over, George called to the driver, directing him to allow the horses to walk until the order came to stop. George dropped the front curtain, and turning to Betty and me, said:-- "Now, let us count as the clock ticks to the number 847, and when finished, we shall be at the shrine." "We are more apt to find a bleak moor and a sharp blast of wind," I suggested. While under the spell of Lilly's incantations, I had almost accepted his absurd vaporings, but cooler thought had brought contempt, and I had begun to look upon our journey as a very wild goose chase indeed. "We have found the sharp turn in the road and the bourne," said George, "and I see no reason to doubt that we shall find the shrine." "Lilly may have passed over the road and may know that the shrine is here; but when we find it, what will it prove?" I asked. "It will prove nothing, though I am willing to stake my life that we find Frances in Merlin House." "Count!" exclaimed Betty, sharply. In our discussion, George and I had forgotten to count, but Betty had been counting under her breath as the clock ticks, and we took her number and started with it.