If I can remove this bar so as to allow you to pass through the window, dare you descend the ladder ?" "No," replied Viviana, shuddering.

"My brain reels at the mere idea." "Think of the fate you will escape," urged Chetham.
"And what will become of Father Oldcorne ?" asked Viviana.

"Where is he ?" "In the cell immediately beneath you," replied Chetham.
"Can you not liberate him ?" she continued.
"Assuredly, if he will risk the descent," answered Chetham, reluctantly.
"Free him first," rejoined Viviana, "and at all hazards I will accompany you." The young merchant made no reply, but disappeared from the window.
Viviana strained her gaze downwards; but it was too dark to allow her to see anything.

She, however, heard a noise like that occasioned by a file; and shortly afterwards a few muttered words informed her that the priest was passing through the window.

The cords of the ladder shook against the bars of her window,--and she held her breath for fear.