From the distance came the melodious pealing of church bells.

High overhead a lark was pouring out its song; in the lane at the orchard end rang the beat of trotting hoofs.

It was Diana who spoke presently.

Just indignation stirred her, and, when stirred, she knew no pity, set no limits to her speech.
"I think, indeed," said she, her voice crisp and merciless, "that the family honour will best be saved if Mr.Wilding kills you.

It is in danger while you live.