The opinions expressed by Dorothy Assheton, as to her birth, had been singularly confirmed by Mother Chattox; but could reliance be placed on the old woman's assertions?
Might they not have been made with mischievous intent?
And was it not possible, nay, probable, that, in her place of concealment behind the tomb, the vindictive hag had overheard the previous conversation with Dorothy, and based her own declaration upon it?
All these suggestions occurred to Alizon, but the previous idea having once gained admission to her breast, soon established itself firmly there, in spite of doubts and misgivings, and began to mix itself up with new thoughts and wishes, with which other persons were connected; for she could not help fancying she might be well-born, and if so the vast distance heretofore existing between her and Richard Assheton might be greatly diminished, if not altogether removed.

So rapid is the progress of thought, that only a few minutes were required for this long train of reflections to pass through her mind, and it was merely put to flight by the approach of the main object of her thoughts.
On joining the party, Richard Assheton saw plainly that something had happened; but as both his sister and Alizon laboured under evident embarrassment, he abstained from making inquiries as to its cause for the present, hoping a better opportunity of doing so would occur, and the conversation was kept up by Nicholas Assheton, who described, in his wonted lively manner, the encounter with Mother Chattox and Nance Redferne, the swimming of the latter, and the trickery and punishment of Potts.

During the recital Mistress Nutter often glanced uneasily at the two girls, but neither of them offered any interruption until Nicholas had finished, when Dorothy, taking her brother's hand, said, with a look of affectionate admiration, "You acted like yourself, dear Richard." Alizon did not venture to give utterance to the same sentiment, but her looks plainly expressed it.
"I only wish you had punished that cruel James Device, as well as saved poor Nance," added Dorothy.
"Hush!" exclaimed Richard, glancing at Alizon.
"You need not be afraid of hurting her feelings," cried the young lady.
"She does not mind him now." "What do you mean, Dorothy ?" cried Richard, in surprise.
"Oh, nothing--nothing," she replied, hastily.
"Perhaps you will explain," said Richard to Alizon.
"Indeed I cannot," she answered in confusion.
"You would have laughed to see Potts creep out of the river," said Nicholas, turning to Dorothy; "he looked just like a drowned rat--ha!--ha!" "You have made a bitter enemy of him, Nicholas," observed Mistress Nutter; "so look well to yourself." "I heed him not," rejoined the squire; "he knows me now too well to meddle with me again, and I shall take good care how I put myself in his power.

One thing I may mention, to show the impotent malice of the knave.

Just as he was setting off, he said, 'This is not the only discovery of witchcraft I have made to-day.