And before the earl could draw his sword or offer any resistance, he threw himself upon him, and hurling him to the ground, set his foot upon his bosom.
"Do not kill him," shrieked Amabel, terrified by the stern expression of her father's countenance.
"What are you about to do ?" gasped Rochester, struggling ineffectually to get free.
"Bid Stephen bring a cord," cried the grocer.
"You are not going to hang him ?" inquired Mrs.Bloundel.
"Do as I bid you," rejoined her husband, "and lose no time." As she was about to leave the room, the door opened, and Doctor Hodges entered, followed by Leonard and Stephen.
"Mercy on us! what's the matter ?" cried the former, in astonishment.
"You are just arrived in time to prevent mischief," replied Mrs.
Bloundel.

"Pray interfere between them.

My husband will attend to you." "Arise, my lord," said Mr.Bloundel, removing his foot from the prostrate nobleman; "you are sufficiently punished by being found in this disgraceful condition.

Remember that your life has been at my disposal." Thus liberated, Rochester sprang to his feet, and regarding the group with a menacing and disdainful look, walked up to Amabel, and saying to her, "You shall yet be mine," strode out of the room.

He then marched along the passage, and called to Pillichody, who instantly answered the summons.