Happily
Lord Rothie was at some little distance talking to a priest about
one of Rubens's pictures. I slipped unseen behind the nearest
pillar, and then flew from the church. How I got to the hotel I do
not know, but I did reach it. 'Lady Janet,' was all I could say.
The waiter knew the name, and led me to her room. I threw myself
on my knees, and begged her to save me. She assured me no one
should touch me. I gasped 'Lord Rothie,' and fainted. When I came
to myself--but I need not tell you all the particulars. Lady Janet
did take care of me. Till last night I never saw Lord Rothie again.
I did not acknowledge him, but he persisted in talking to me,
behave as I would, and I saw well enough that he knew me.'
Falconer took her hand and kissed it.
'Thank God,' he said. 'That spire was indeed the haunt of angels as
I fancied while I played upon those bells.'
'I knew it was you--that is, I was sure of it when I came to think
about it; but at the time I took it for a direct message from
heaven, which nobody heard but myself.'
'It was such none the less that I was sent to deliver it,' said
Falconer. 'I little thought during my imprisonment because of it,
that the end of my journey was already accomplished.'
Mysie put her hand in his.
'You have saved me, Mr. Falconer.'
'For Ericson's sake, who was dying and could not,' returned
Falconer.
'Ah!' said Mysie, her large eyes opening with wonder. It was
evident she had had no suspicion of his attachment to her.
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