I repent that I have consented to the plot." "It is too late to repent now, Senora," said Inez.
"Cannot Betty be got away also ?" asked Margaret desperately.
"It is just possible," answered Inez; "thus, before the marriage, according to the old custom here, I hand the cups of wine to the bridegroom and the bride.

That for the marquis will be drugged, since he must not see too clear to-night.

Well, I might brew it stronger so that within half an hour he would not know whether he were married or single, and then, perhaps, she might escape with me and come to join you.

But it is very risky, and, of course, if we were discovered--the stitch would be out of the wineskin, and the cellar floor might be stained!" Now Betty interrupted: "Keep your stitches whole, Cousin; if any skins are to be pricked it can't be helped, and at least you won't have to wipe up the mess.

I am not going to run away from the man, more likely he will run away from me.