Katherine lay back languidly against the cushions, still trembling from the gentle pressure of Sir Julian’s hand.  For a moment only she enjoyed this sweet dissipation, then turned from it as if duty called her to think of her visit to the King.  She consoled herself that she had done all she could now.  When she reached Crandlemar, she should be better able to collect her thoughts and see what would be the next best thing to do.  She longed to see Lord Cedric and the Duke and Duchess.  She even fell to imagining how the grand, old place would look in midsummer.  It seemed like she had been gone months.  Would Cedric be changed, she wondered?  Would he be pale and fragile looking?

So great was Sir Julian’s haste, and so great was the heat, the horses were soon exhausted and began to lag.  Sir Julian thought they were near an inn, as it soon proved.  He flung open the door and almost lifted Katherine from the coach, so great was his haste.  Supper was awaiting them and Katherine for the moment alone, near an open window,—­the room appeared close to suffocation with humid heat—­waited for Sir Julian to take his seat at her side.  Janet was arranging a posset.  Suddenly Katherine heard a soft voice behind her; it was low and intense.  Hardly could she distinguish it from the soughing of the wind in the trees.  She half-turned her head to listen as Sir Julian came toward her.  But she caught the words: 

“Abbe ——­ will be in the coach upon thy return.  Enjoin silence upon thy nurse and be not afraid.”

She thought Sir Julian looked at her suspiciously; but was quite sure he had not seen or heard the person behind her.

Janet, while in the coach had bathed the maid’s face and taken from her the garb of disguise, and Katherine now looked her sweet self again, flushed and thoughtful over this new adventure.  She was most like her father, ever looking for new fields to conquer.  Sir Julian asked her if she would be frightened at a severe storm.  She answered it made her somewhat nervous to be abroad.

“Then I will ride inside with thee—­”

“Nay, I could not think of allowing thee.  The air is too oppressive.”  Sir Julian insisted, but to no avail.  As they were about to leave the inn, Katherine whispered to Janet that an Abbe would be in the coach and enjoined silence and deaf ears.

“I did not catch his name, but I’m quite sure his voice rung like Abbe La Fosse’s.  They have doubtless heard I am on my way to the castle, and, knowing ’twould be impossible to see me there, they have taken this way, being impatient to know how fell my suit with the King.”  Janet for once had no answering word, but uttered a groan of seeming dissent and followed her mistress, who leant upon Sir Julian’s arm.

The dim light cast from the lanterns was well-nigh swallowed up in the intense gloom.  The rain was already falling rapidly and Sir Julian opined that it was a hopeful sign, as it presaged no sudden gust that would tear things to pieces.  The door of the coach slammed to and the horses started at gallop through the windy forest.  Mistress Penwick, now for the first time alone, that is without the surveillance of Cantemir or Eustis, with a beloved Father of her church, flung herself upon her knees at his side, saying: