Lady
Eversleigh was trying to control the agitation which oppressed her,
despite the apparent calmness of her manner. Black Milsom walked by her
side in sullen silence, waiting for her to speak.
The spot was lonely. Lady Eversleigh and her companion were justified
in believing themselves unobserved.
But it was not so. Lonely as the spot was, those two were not alone. A
stealthy, gliding, female figure, dark and shadowy in the uncertain
light, had followed Lady Eversleigh from the castle gates, and that
figure was beside her now, as she walked with Black Milsom upon the
river bank.
The spy crept by the side of the hedge that separated the river bank
from the meadow; and sheltered thus, she was able to distinguish almost
every word spoken by the two upon the bank, so clearly sounded their
voices in the still night air.
"How did you find me here?" asked Lady Eversleigh, at last.
"By accident. You gave us the slip so cleverly that time you took it
into your precious head to cut and run, that, hunt where we would, we
were never able to find you. I gave it up for a bad job; and then
things went agen me, and I got sent away. But I'm my own master again
now; and I mean to make good use of my liberty, I can tell you, my
lady. I little knew how you'd feathered your nest while I was on the
other side of the water. I little thought how you would turn up at
last, when I least expected to see you.
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