At least, now the place is safe.

What is mine is thine, and what is thine is mine, and we will together make the purchase, and give him a home with us beneath the old roof.
"Will that make you happy, dear heart?
Methinks it will please Lady Scrope that her golden hoard should help in such an act of filial love!" And Gertrude could only weep tears of pure happiness on her lover's shoulder, and marvel how it was that such untold joy had come to her in the midst of the very shadow of death..