Who am I?
Why, I am that enemy--if one can be your enemy who loves you to madness--a man you cruelly taught to love you, and then scornfully refused.

Where are you being taken?
To a safe place, my charming Mollie--safe as 'that deepest dungeon beneath the castle moat' which you have read of.

When are you to be restored to your friends?
When you have been my wife one week--not an instant sooner." Mollie, bound and blindfolded, made one frantic gesture.

The man by her side understood.
"That means you won't," he said, coolly.

"Ah, my fairy Mollie, imprisonment is a hard thing to bear! I love you very dearly, I admire your high spirit intensely; but even eaglets have had their wings clipped before now.