"She must be silenced," he added, with a significant look at Fawkes.
"She shall," replied the latter, drawing his poniard.

"Viviana!" he continued, in a voice, and with a look that left no doubt as to his intentions, "do not compel me to be your destroyer." As he spoke, the knocking was repeated, and Viviana uttered a prolonged and piercing cry.

Guy Fawkes raised his weapon, and was about to strike, but his resolution failed him, and his arm dropped nerveless to his side.
"Your better angel has conquered!" she cried, clasping his knees.
While this was passing, the door was thrown open by Catesby, and Tresham entered the room.
"What means this outcry ?" he asked, looking round in alarm.

"Ah! what do I see?
Viviana Radcliffe here! Did she utter the scream ?" "She did," replied Viviana, rising, "and she hoped to warn you by it.
But you were led on by your fate." "Warn me from what ?" ejaculated Tresham, starting.

"I am among friends." "You are among those who have resolved upon your death," replied Viviana.
"Ah!" exclaimed Tresham, making an effort to gain the door, and draw his sword.
In both attempts, however, he was foiled, for Catesby intercepted him, while Fawkes and Keyes flung themselves upon him, and binding his arms together with a sword-belt, forced him into a chair.
"Of what am I accused ?" he demanded, in a voice tremulous with rage and terror.
"You shall learn presently," replied Catesby.