She will be back immediately." Beatrice sat down.
"It is a troublesome word," she said.

"Master More cannot read it himself, and has sent me to ask Meg.

He says that every dutiful daughter should be able to read her father's hand." And Ralph could see a faint amused smile in her black eyes, as the firelight shone on them.
"Master More always has an escape ready," he said, as he too sat down.
The girl's hand holding the paper suddenly dropped on to her knee, and the man saw she was looking at him oddly.
"Yes ?" he said interrogatively; and then-- "Why do you look at me like that, Mrs.Beatrice ?" "It is what you said.

Do you really think that, Mr.Torridon ?" Ralph was bewildered for a moment.
"I do not understand," he said.
"Do you truly think he always has an escape ready ?" repeated the girl.
Then Ralph understood.
"You mean he is in danger," he said steadily.

"Well, of course he is.
There is no great man that is not.