Trust to me, and I will secure your flight." "I cannot--I dare not," cried Amabel, resisting him with all her force.
"You _must_ come," cried Wyvil, dragging her along.
As he spoke, Mrs.Bloundel, who had been down to Blaize's room to ascertain what was the matter, returned.

Trying the door, and finding it fastened, she became greatly alarmed, and called to Amabel to open it directly.
"It is my mother," cried Amabel.

"Pity me, Heaven! I shall die with shame." "Heed her not," replied Wyvil, in a deep whisper; "in her surprise and confusion at seeing me, she will not be able to stop us.

Do not hesitate.

There is not a moment to lose." "What is the matter, child ?" cried Mrs.Bloundel.