"I don't know how that is to be managed, but I believe it is all for the
best. He can't kill either of us; that is some comfort."
Harry did not smile; his countenance wore an expression of grave
anxiety, such as had seldom appeared there.
"No, he will not hurt us, but I fear he will have _some one's_ blood
before all is done."
CHAPTER XXI.
It was past nightfall when Major Keene returned to Dorade. As he drove
past the hotel where the Tresilyans lodged he looked up at the windows
of their apartments, and was somewhat surprised to _see_ no light there;
but no suspicion of the truth crossed his mind. He had made all
preparations for the intended flight with his habitual skill and
foresight. The Levantine steamer left Marseilles early on the third
morning from this, and relays were so ordered along the road as to
prevent the possibility of being overtaken, and just to hit the hour of
the vessel's sailing. So far every thing seemed to promise favorably for
the accomplishment of his purposes, and Royston could not have explained
even to himself the reason of his feeling so moody and discontented.
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