"Come with me, Isabella," he added to his sister.

But she flew with a cry towards Leonard.
"Ah!" exclaimed her brother, drawing his sword.

"Do you dare to detain, her?
Deliver her to me, villain, instantly!" "Not when thus menaced, my lord," rejoined Leonard, likewise drawing his sword, and standing upon the defensive.
"Then look to yourself," replied Argentine, assaulting him.
Isabella uttered a wild shriek, and Thirlby tried to rush between them.
But before they could be separated, Lord Argentine's fury had exposed him to his adversary, whose sword passed through his body.

He fell to the ground, weltering in his blood.

While Leonard stood stupefied and confounded at what had occurred, and Isabella, uttering a loud cry, threw herself upon the body and tried to stanch the wound--two men, with halberds in their hands rushed forward, and seizing Thirlby, cried, "We arrest you as a murderer!" Thirlby, who seemed utterly overcome by surprise and horror, offered no Resistance.