I put out my arm to save her once, but she drew away from it, as though I had meant to strike her.
At last we came to the narrow alley; making a sign to Barbara, I turned down it.

The house was in front of me; all was quiet, we had escaped detection.

Why, who should seek for us?
We were at Calais with King Louis, at Calais where we were to be married! Looking at the house, I found the upper windows dark; there had been the quarters of Phineas Tate, and the King had found him others.

But below there was a light.
"Will it please you to wait an instant, while I go forward and rouse my friend?
I shall see then whether all is safe." "I will wait here," answered Barbara, and she leant against the wall of the alley which fronted the house.

In much trepidation I went on and knocked with my knuckles on the door.