"What is to happen to me ?" "You will make me chide you, daughter, if you exhibit this weakness," cried Lady Lake, angrily.

"Let me deal with him.

In spite of your affected confidence, my lord, you cannot be blind to the position in which you stand.

And though you yourself personally may be careless of the consequences of a refusal of our demands, you cannot, I conceive, be equally indifferent to the fate of the Countess of Exeter, which that refusal will decide." "I am so little indifferent to the safety of the Countess, Madam, that I cannot sufficiently rejoice that she is out of the reach of your malice." "How, my lord!" exclaimed Lady Lake, astounded at his assurance.

"Out of reach, when she is here! You cannot mean," she added, with an undefinable expression of satisfaction, "that she is dead ?" "Dead!" ejaculated Lady Roos; "the Countess dead! I thought she was only in a swoon." "What riddle is it you would have us read, my lord ?" demanded Lady Lake.
"No riddle whatever, Madam," replied Lord Roos.