The Night Fires

"Why, good evening. Is that you?" struggled somewhat hysterically
through Beverly's lips. Not since the dear old days of the stolen jam
and sugar-bits had she known the feelings of a culprit caught
red-handed. The light from the park lamps revealed a merry, accusing
smile on the face of Yetive, but the faces of the men were
serious. Marlanx was the picture of suppressed fury.

"It is the relief expedition, your highness," said Yetive warmly. "We
thought you were lost in the wilds of the jungle."

"She is much better protected than we could have imagined," said the
Iron Count, malevolently mild and polite.

"Can't I venture into the park without being sent for?" asked Beverly,
ready to fly into the proper rage. The pink had left her cheeks
white. "I am proud to observe, however, that the relief expedition is
composed of the most distinguished people in all Graustark. Is there any
significance to be attached to the circumstance?"

"Can't we also go strolling in the park, my dear?" plaintively asked
Yetive.

"It depends upon where we stroll, I fancy," suggested Marlanx
derisively. Beverly flashed a fierce look at the head of the army. "By
the way, Baron Dangloss, where is the incomparable Haddan?"

Baldos shot a startled glance at the two men and in an instant
comprehension came to him. He knew the secret of Haddan's constant
companionship. An expression of bitter scorn settled upon his mouth,
Dangloss mumbled a reply, at which the Iron Count laughed sarcastically.

"I am returning to the castle," said Beverly coldly, "Pray don't let me
interfere with your stroll. Or is it possible that you think it
necessary to deliver me safely to my nurse, now that you have found me?"