His head was resting in her lap.

Over them stood Sir George with the murderous fagot raised, as if he intended again to strike.

I had sprung to his side and was standing by him, intending to fell him to the floor should he attempt to repeat the blow upon either Dorothy or John.

Across from Sir George and me, that is, upon the opposite side of Dorothy and John, stood Lady Crawford and Madge, who clung to each other in terror.

The silence was heavy, save when broken by Dorothy's sobs and whispered ejaculations to John.