Instead of this, she was delighted to find, from the oaths of rage and disappointment uttered by the troopers, that he had eluded them.
"He must be in the house, at all events," growled the pursuivant; "nor is it long since he quitted his hiding-place, as this cushion proves.

We will not go away without him.

And now, let us proceed to the upper chambers." Hearing their footsteps approach, Viviana darted off, and quickly ascending the principal staircase, entered a long corridor.

Uncertain what to do, she was about to proceed to her own chamber, and bar the door, when she felt her arm grasped by a man.

With difficulty repressing a shriek, she strove to disengage herself, when a whisper told her it was the priest.
"Heaven be praised!" cried Viviana, "you are safe.