Unless he can arise from the bottom of the Thames, where he and his abhorred father lie buried, you will never behold him again in this world." "Heaven have compassion on you, Rowland!" murmured his sister, crossing her hands and looking upwards; "you have none on me." "I _will_ have none till I have forced the villain's name from you!" he cried, stamping the floor with rage.
"Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone.
"His name, I say!--his name!" thundered the knight.
And he unsheathed his sword.
Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted.

When she came to herself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her to the care of a female attendant.

Her first orders were to summon the rest of her servants to make immediate preparations for her departure for Lancashire.
"To-night, your ladyship ?" ventured an elderly domestic.
"Instantly, Hobson," returned Lady Trafford; "as soon as the carriage can be brought round." "It shall be at the door in ten minutes.

Has your ladyship any further commands ?" "None whatever.

Yet, stay! There is one thing I wish you to do.