Going to the little closet where I had ordered his wife to remain concealed, I knocked and entered.
She was crouched in an attitude of prayer on the floor, her face buried in her hands, and her whole person breathing that agony of suspense that is a torture to the sensitive soul.
"Mrs.Blake," said I, dismissing the landlady who stood in helpless distress beside her, "the arrest has been satisfactorily made and your father calls for you to say good-bye before going away with us.

Will you come ?" "But my--my--Mr.Blake ?" exclaimed she leaping to her feet.

"I am sure I heard his footstep in the hall ?" "He is with your father and brother.

It was at his command I came for you." A gleam hard to interpret flashed for an instant over her face.

With her eye on the door she towered in her womanly dignity, while thoughts innumerable seemed to rush in wild succession through her mind.
"Will you not come ?" I urged.
"I--," she paused.