"When did you see him?
Surely not--since--" "This afternoon," she answered quietly, in a pretty, un-English sounding voice, with a soft little drawl of the South in it.

"I went to see him.
They gave us five minutes.

A warder was there; but speaking quickly in Spanish, just a few words, he--Mr.Dundas--managed to tell me a thing he wished me to do.

He said it meant more than his life, so I did it; for we have been friends, and just now he's helpless.

The warder was angry, and stopped our conversation at once, though the five minutes weren't ended.