Crouching down within the hood, she began merrily but spoke with gravity before she had finished: "Drive on after turning." He turned the horse and vehicle.

At the same moment a shrill whistle sounded in the opposite direction.
"That's the gendarmes," she said.

"The watchman's horn in the old town; the military whistle without.

They are keeping good guard for you--but we shall cheat them, I tell you again!" She laughed that purely feminine laugh at the prospect of somebody being deceived.
"Take the northern fork, although you would seem to be going very different to your aim.

At the lane I spoke of, stop--but I shall be at your elbow to prompt you." The drive was resumed in this singular way; there was something piquant in not seeing his companion, her presence manifested only by her sweet breath, the slight rustling of the glazed cloth which afforded her such scanty room, and the prattle which flowed from her lips.
She was happy to serve him again; she had liked him from the first sight in the hall; they did not seem to be strangers; he was like she knew not whom, but she could swear the resemblance was perfect! She had been read such a lecture by her manager and the police sub-chief, but, pooh! what were such men but the knob on a post--the post remained and the knob was unscrewed for another to be put on every now and then.