"Do you know the way back?" she asked him, in a voice that sounded
unnatural even to herself.

"Do you want to go back, then?" he queried keenly.

There was something in his tone--a subtle something that she had not
detected before. She began to tremble. For the first time, actual fear
took hold of her.

"You must know the way back!" she exclaimed. "This is folly! They will
be wondering where we are."

"Faith, Lady Una! It is the fool's paradise," he told her coolly. "They
will not wonder. They know too well that there is no way back."

His manner terrified her. Its very quietness seemed a menace.
Desperately she tore herself from his hold, and turned to escape. But it
was as though she fled in a nightmare. Whichever way she turned she met
only the impenetrable ramparts of the hedge that surrounded her. She
could find neither entrance nor exit. It was as though the way by which
she had come had been closed behind her.

But the brightness above was growing. She whispered to herself that she
would soon be able to see, that she could not be a prisoner for long.

Suddenly she heard her captor close to her, and, turning in terror, she
found him erect and dominating against the hedge. With a tremendous
effort she controlled her rising panic to plead with him.

"Indeed, I must go back!" she said, her voice unsteady, but very urgent.