They were followed by Clement Lanyere.

The maiden was attired in deep mourning, and though looking very pale, her surpassing beauty produced a strong impression upon Sir Francis Mitchell, who instantly arose on seeing her, and made her a profound, and, as he considered, courtly salutation.
Without bestowing any attention on him, Aveline addressed herself to Sir Giles, whose look filled her with terror.
"Why have you sent for me, Sir ?" she demanded.
"I have sent for you, Aveline Calveley, to remind you of the promise made by you to your dying father," he rejoined.
"Ah!" she exclaimed; "then my forebodings of ill are realized." "I know you consider that promise binding," pursued Sir Giles; "and it is only necessary for me to announce to you that, in a week from this time, your hand will be claimed in marriage." "Alas! alas!" she cried, in accents of despair.

"But who will claim it ?--and how can the claim be substantiated ?" she added, recovering herself in some degree.
"You will learn at the time I have appointed," replied Sir Giles.

"And now, having given you notice to prepare for the fulfilment of an engagement solemnly contracted by your father, and as solemnly agreed to by yourself, I will no longer detain you." Aveline gazed at him with wonder and terror, and would have sought for some further explanation; but perceiving from the inflexible expression of his countenance that any appeal would be useless, she quitted the room with her companion.
"I would give half I possess to make that maiden mine," cried Sir Francis, intoxicated with admiration of her beauty.
"Humph!" exclaimed Sir Giles.

"More difficult matters have been accomplished.