"Why have you fastened the door?
Is there any one in the room with you ?" "She hears us," whispered Amabel.

"What shall I do?
You must not be seen ?" "There is no use in further concealment," cried Wyvil.

"You are mine, and twenty mothers should not bar the way." "Hold!" cried Amabel, disengaging herself by a sudden effort.

"I have gone too far--but not so far as you imagine.

I am not utterly lost." And before she could be prevented, she rushed to the door, threw it open, and flung herself into her mother's arms, who uttered an exclamation of terror at beholding Wyvil.