Farewell." As she moved to depart, a strong grasp was laid on her arm, and turning, she beheld Catesby.
"You here, sir ?" she cried, in great alarm.
"Ay," replied Catesby.

"At last you are in my power, Viviana." "I would fain misunderstand you, sir," she rejoined, trembling; "but your looks terrify me.

You mean no violence ?" "I mean that Father Oldcorne shall wed us,--and that too without a moment's delay," replied Catesby, sternly.
"Monster!" shrieked Viviana, "you will not,--dare not commit this foul offence.

And if you dare, Father Oldcorne will not assist you.

Ah! what means that sign?
I cannot be mistaken in you, father?
You cannot be acting in concert with this wicked man?
Save me from him!--save me." But the priest kept aloof, and taking a missal from his vest, hastily turned over the leaves.