How good you are to me!" She paused, and then went on, seating herself upon one of the chairs by the table as she spoke.
"You must leave me now," she said.

"You must lock me in and keep the key.

Then I shall know that I am safe; and in the meantime you must decide how I am to escape--it will not be easy." She stopped again.

"I wonder who that woman was!" she exclaimed at last.
"There was no woman here," replied Don John, as quietly and assuredly as before.
He was leaning upon the table at the other side, with both hands resting upon it, looking at her beautiful hair as she bent her head.
"Say that you did not see her," she said, "not that she was not here, for she passed me after all the men, walking very cautiously to make no noise; and when she was in the corridor she ran--she was young and light-footed.

I could not see her face." "You believe me, do you not ?" asked Don John, bending over the table a little, and speaking very anxiously.
She turned her face up instantly, her eyes wide and bright.
"Should I be here if I did not trust you and believe you ?" she asked almost fiercely.