Cyprien, and the rest of the drawers and tradesmen ranged themselves behind their mistress, prepared to resist any attempt on the part of the myrmidons to seize her.

The curtain at the head of the room was partly drawn aside, showing that the distinguished persons at the upper table were equally excited.
"Gentlemen," Sir Giles said, still maintaining perfect calmness in the midst of the tumult, "a word with you ere it be too late.

I don't address myself to you, Jocelyn Mounchensey, for you are undeserving of any friendly consideration--but to all others I would counsel forbearance and non-resistance.

Deliver up that woman to me." "I will die upon the spot sooner than you shall be surrendered," said Jocelyn, encouraging the hostess, who clung to his disengaged arm.
"Oh! merci! grand merci, mon beau gentilhomme!" she exclaimed.
"Am I to understand then, that you mean to impede me in the lawful execution of my purposes, gentlemen ?" Sir Giles demanded.
"We mean to prevent an unlawful arrest," several voices rejoined.
"Be it so," the knight said; "I wash my hands of the consequences." Then turning to his followers, he added--"Officers, at all hazards, attach the person of Dameris Bonaventure, and convey her to the Compter.

At the same time, arrest the young man-beside her--Jocelyn Mounchensey,--who has uttered treasonable language against our sovereign lord the King.