"One word--one look!" she added to her husband.
But he neither spoke to her, nor regarded her.
"I am ready to accompany you now, mother," said the poor lady faintly.
"Nerve yourself, weak-hearted girl," said Lady Lake, in a low tone.
"Revenge is ours." "If I could only strike her without injuring him, I should not heed," thought Lady Roos.

"But where he suffers, I must also suffer, and yet more acutely." And scarcely able to support herself, she followed her mother to the door of the ante-chamber, which was unlocked, and thrown open for them by her husband.

He did not bid her farewell! As Lady Lake passed forth, she paused for a moment, and said-- "To-morrow, my Lord, we will ascertain whether the tress of hair we have obtained from the fair visitant to your chamber, matches with that of Gillian Greenford or with the raven locks of the Countess of Exeter." And satisfied with the effect produced by this menace, she departed with her daughter, before Lord Roos could utter a reply..