Would Hubert effect his escape?
Would they be able to free her?
What place was this, and who was Count L'Estrange?
It was a great deal easier to propound this catechism to herself than to find answers to her own questions; and so she walked up and down, worrying her pretty little head with all sorts of anxieties, until it was a perfect miracle that softening of the brain did not ensue.
Her feet gave out sooner than her brain, though; and she got so tired before long, that she dropped into a seat, with a long-drawn, anxious sigh; and, worn out with fatigue and watching, she, at last, fell asleep.
And sleeping, she dreamed.

It seemed to her that the count and Sir Norman were before her, in her chamber in the old house on London Bridge, tossing her heart between them like a sort of shuttlecock.
By-and-by, with two things like two drumsticks, they began hammering away at the poor, little, fluttering heart, as if it were an anvil and they were a pair of blacksmiths, while the loud knocks upon it resounded through the room.

For a time, she was so bewildered that she could not comprehend what it meant; but, at last, she became conscious that some one was rapping at the door.

Pressing one hand over her startled heart, she called "Come in!" and the door opened and George entered.
"Count L'Estrange commands me to inform you, fair lady, that he will do himself the pleasure of visiting you immediately, with Sir Norman Kingsley, if you are prepared to receive them." "With Sir Norman Kingsley!" repeated Leoline, faintly.

"I-I am afraid I do not quite understand." "Then you will not be much longer in that deplorable state," said George, backing out, "for here they are." "Pardon this intrusion, fairest Leoline," began the count, "but Sir Norman and I are about to start on a journey, and before we go, there is a little difference of opinion between us that you are to settle." Leoline looked first at one, and then at the other, utterly bewildered.
"What is it ?" she asked.
"A simple matter enough.