I shall be ready for whatever fate hath for me." "Tell me, then," said Pembroke, his face haggard and unhappy, "how am I to serve you in this matter." "In this way: To-morrow night call here with your coach.

My household, if they note it, may take your coach for my own, and may perhaps understand that I go to the rout of my Lady Swearingsham.

We shall go, instead, to Newgate.

For the night, Sir Arthur Pembroke shall serve as coachman.

You must drive the carriage to Newgate jail." "And 'tis there," said Pembroke, slowly, "that the Lady Catharine Knollys, the dearest woman of all England, would take the man who honorably loves her--to Newgate, to feloniously set free a felon?
Is it there, then, Lady Catharine, you would go to meet your lover ?" The tall figure of the girl straightened up to its full height.