Her thoughts were not idle while she was thus employed; when she returned and was seated beside the old man in one corner of the tent, tying her flowers together, while the two men lay dozing in another corner, she plucked him by the sleeve, and slightly glancing towards them, said, in a low voice-- 'Grandfather, don't look at those I talk of, and don't seem as if I spoke of anything but what I am about.

What was that you told me before we left the old house?
That if they knew what we were going to do, they would say that you were mad, and part us ?' The old man turned to her with an aspect of wild terror; but she checked him by a look, and bidding him hold some flowers while she tied them up, and so bringing her lips closer to his ear, said-- 'I know that was what you told me.

You needn't speak, dear.

I recollect it very well.

It was not likely that I should forget it.
Grandfather, these men suspect that we have secretly left our friends, and mean to carry us before some gentleman and have us taken care of and sent back.