“No, you are right,” Elvina said. “It is our – only hope. But supposing they discover us?”
Lord Wye shrugged his shoulders.
“Don’t let us anticipate anything so unpleasant,” he said. “They must not discover us.”
“You speak French,” Elvina said reflectively, “but with such an accent.”
“Dammit! I have had the best teachers. I always rather fancied myself!”
Elvina laughed.
“It might be all right for exchanging Diplomatic pleasantries,” she said, “but a Frenchman would know at once that you were not one of his countrymen.”
She gave a little cry.
“I have it! Listen to me.”
Lord Wye looked over his shoulder.
“Speak lower. We don’t want to be overheard.”
As he spoke, he picked up his discarded garments and thrust them deep into a rabbit hole at the foot of a tree.
“Now,” he said. “Wha
