All were gone.

The house was indeed desolate.
Still clinging to hope, he flew up-stairs, but could find no traces there of any of the inmates of the dwelling; and with a heart now completely crushed, he descended to the chamber he had just quitted.
Here he found Clement Lanyere surveying the scene of confusion around him with a stern and troubled look.

Sir Jocelyn instantly rushed up to him, and seizing him by the arm, fiercely demanded what had become of Aveline?
"She is in the hands of Sir Francis Mitchell," replied the promoter, shaking-him off; "and, for aught I know, may be wedded to him by this time." "Wedded!" almost shrieked the young man.

"Impossible! she would never consent--and he would not dare have recourse to violence." "Though he might not, his partner, Sir Giles Mompesson, would have no such scruples," returned the promoter.

"But perhaps you are right, and Aveline's determined resistance may intimidate them both so that they may abandon their design.