"Don't you be seen, miss; that might anger the Squire; and, oh, he will be a wrathful man this night, if he caught him working in yonder church." Grace then slipped back, and Jael ran on.

But no sooner did she come up with the party, than Raby ordered her back, in a tone she dared not resist.
She ran back, and told Grace they were carrying him in, hurt, and the Squire's eyes were like hot coals.
Grace slipped into the drawing-room and kept the door ajar.
Soon afterward, Raby, his men, and his prisoners, entered the hall, and Grace heard Raby say, "Bring the prisoners into the dining-room." Grace Carden sat down, and leaned her head upon her hand, and her little foot beat the ground, all in a flutter.
But this ended in a spirited resolve.

She rose, pale, but firm, and said, "Come with me, Jael;" and she walked straight into the dining-room.

Coventry strolled in after her.
The room was still brilliantly lighted.

Mr.Raby was seated at his writing-table at the far end, and the prisoners, well guarded, stood ready to be examined.
"You can't come in here," was Mr.Raby's first word to Grace.
But she was prepared for this, and stood her ground.