Right or wrong, the one fact remains that the villains were not caught, and that the assault and robbery at Oscar's house may be added to the long list of crimes cleverly enough committed to defy the vengeance of the law.
For ourselves, we all agreed--led by Lucilla--to indulge in no useless lamentations, and to be grateful that Oscar had escaped without serious injury.

The mischief was done; and there was an end of it.
In this philosophical spirit, we looked at the affair while our invalid was recovering.

We all plumed ourselves on our excellent good sense--and (ah, poor stupid human wretches!) we were all fatally wrong.

So far from the mischief being at an end, the mischief had only begun.

The true results of the robbery at Browndown were yet to show themselves, and were yet to be felt in the strangest and the saddest way by every member of the little circle assembled at Dimchurch..