When she had gone, Margaret, who was fond of her cousin, tried to say some words on her behalf; but her father stopped her.
"Pshaw!" he said, "I know the girl; she is vain as a peacock, and, remembering her gentle birth and good looks, seeks to marry above her station; while for some purpose of his own--an ill one, I'll warrant-- that Spaniard plays upon her weakness, which, if it be not curbed, may bring trouble on us all.

Now, enough of Betty Dene; I must to my work." "Sir," said Peter, speaking for the first time, "we would have a private word with you." "A private word," he said, looking up anxiously.

"Well, speak on.

No, this place is not private; I think its walls have ears.

Follow me," and he led the way into the old chapel, whereof, when they had all passed it, he bolted the door.