'Caspar has decreed otherwise.' 'I can soon set her agoing again, my lord,' said Caspar.
'No, no.

We must to the powder-mill, Caspar.

Mistress Dorothy will come again to-morrow, and you must yourself explain to her the working and management of it, for I shall be away.

And do not fear to trust my cousin, Caspar, although she be a soft-handed lady.

Let her have the brute's halter in her own hold.' Filled with gratitude for the trust he reposed in her, Dorothy took her leave, and the two workmen immediately abandoned their shop for the night, leaving the door wide open behind them to let out the vapours of the fire-engine, in the confidence that no unlicensed foot would dare to cross the threshold, and betook themselves to the powder-mill, where they continued at work the greater part of the night.
His lordship was unfavourable to the storing of powder because of the danger, seeing they could, on his calculation, from the materials lying ready for mixing, in one week prepare enough to keep all the ordnance on the castle walls busy for two.