They turned away and with hurried steps walked through those bright attics till they came to the stairs.
“Now go down and wait for me at the door,” said Arthur. “I will follow you immediately.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Susie.
“Never mind. Do as I tell you. I have not finished here yet.”
They went down the great oak staircase and waited in the hall. They wondered what Arthur was about. Presently he came running down.
“Be quick!” he cried. “We have no time to lose.”
“What have you done, Arthur?”
“There’s no time to tell you now.”
He hurried them out and slammed the door behind him. He took Susie’s hand.
“Now we must run. Come.”
She did not know what his great haste signified, but her heart beat furiously. He dragged her along. Dr. Porhoët hurried on behind them. Arthur plunged into the wood. He would not leave them time to breathe.
“You must be quick,” he said.
At last they came to the opening in the fence, and he helped them to get through. Then he carefully replaced the wooden paling, and taking Susie’s arm, began to walk rapidly towards their inn.
“I’m frightfully tired,” she said. “I simply can’t go so fast.”
“You must. Presently you can rest as long as you like.”
