Every port is beset, and our
hiding places here can no longer serve me."
"Listen," said Rose, "this is what my mother and I had planned
before. The old clergyman of this parish, Dr. Bathurst, lives in a
little house at Bosham, with his daughter, and maintains himself by
teaching the wealthier boys of the town. Now, if you could ride to
him to-night, he would be most glad to serve you, both as a cavalier,
and for my mother's sake. He would find some place of concealment,
and watch for the time when you may attempt to cross the Channel."
Edmund considered, and made her repeat her explanation. "Yes, that
might answer," he said at length; "I take you for my general, sweet
Rose. But how am I to find your good doctor?"
"I think," said Rose, after considering a little while, "that I had
better go with you. I could ride behind you on your horse, if the
rebels have not found him, and I know the town, and Dr. Bathurst's
lodging. I only cannot think what is to be done about Walter."
"Never mind me," said Walter, "they cannot hurt me."
"Not if you will be prudent, and not provoke them," said Edmund.
"Oh, I know!" cried Rose; "wear my gown and hood! these men have only
seen us by candle-light, and will never find you out if you will only
be careful."
"I wear girl's trumpery!" exclaimed Walter, in such indignation that
Edmund smiled, saying, "If Rose's wit went with her gown, you might
be glad of it.
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