Chapter 14: The Tables are Turned

"Oh, goodness," cries the Baroness, "you surely don't intend to..." "Goodness," cuts in Charlotte "has nothing to do with it Baroness. You are, as you see, bound by this rope. The other end of which is attached to the bumper of your Rolls in which we intend to return to Paris. We would however, like to give you lift as far as the old stockade on the village green."