Then a sudden laugh crossed Elizabeth's face.
'Perhaps there were no barricades! Perhaps your father was taking us all in!' 'Not at all,' said Pamela drily.

'Perley saw the gates firmly barred with hurdles and barbed wire, and all tied up with rope, when he and his wife left the Lodge late last night.' Elizabeth suddenly coloured brightly.

Why, Pamela could not imagine.
Her fair skin made it impossible for a flush to pass unnoticed.

But why should she flush?
Elizabeth walked on rapidly, her eyes on the ground.

When she raised them it was to look rather steadily at her companion.
'I think perhaps I had better tell you at once--I am very sorry!--but I shall be leaving you in a month.