Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
It was somewhere about this point in the scene, I think, that a bold
expedient came unexpectedly into my head. It had a full measure of
audacity befitting the occasion. If only we could make a dash out into
the road and gain possession of the chaise one short instant before our
enemies, all was not lost even now. It was truly a remote chance, yet
it was the only one that offered. Therefore no sooner had it entered
my mind than I set my will to work to put it in practice. With this
end in view I gave a furtive eye to the position of the parlour door.
I found myself even now the nearest person to it. I must contrive to
get still nearer and acquaint Cynthia of the nature of my desperate
design without arousing the suspicions of our furious papa or the
languid Mr. Waring.
As the landlord stood hesitating as to which course he should adopt,
the Duke directed some attention to him, and gave him freely of his
orders. It was while our papa was thus engaged that I bent down to
Cynthia and whispered my audacious plan into her ear. From that moment
we turned all our energies towards getting closer to the door without
being suspected of doing so. Every step we could encroach might
presently be of the greatest possible service. Unfortunately the fact
that the parlour-door was closed was a great barrier. We should not
have time to open it and get away.
The Duke having at last prevailed on the landlord to go for the
constables, it was with inexpressible anxiety that we watched him go
out of the room. If he would but leave that door unlatched we had just
a chance of getting to the chaise in time. With a thrill of
satisfaction we saw him go out, leaving the door wide open behind him.
The Duke and Mr. Waring were apart at the other end of the room, quite
oblivious of any scheme we might be evolving. They had forgotten
apparently that a chaise and a pair of horses stood outside the door.
Carefully noting the actions of our enemies and the degree of attention
they thought fit to pay us, we sidled nearer and nearer, an inch at a
time, to the parlour-door. And at last, having concluded that the
landlord had got well clear of the premises, and was therefore not
likely to present any obstacle, I decided that now or never was the
moment. I whispered my last brief instructions to my little companion;
and then taking our careless captors entirely unawares, she darted out
through the door, and I as swiftly followed her.
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