"He's in London.

Even the King won't dare to touch me when I'm with him." "To London, then!" I said.

"Can you make out the coast ?" "There's a little bay just ahead where the cliff breaks; and I see Dover Castle away on my left hand." "We'll make for the bay," said I, "and then seek means to get to London." Even as I spoke a sudden thought struck me.

I laid down my oars and sought my purse.

Barbara was not looking at me, but gazed in a dreamy fashion towards where the Castle rose on its cliff.