"You are a prisoner." "I can't, father; indeed I can't!" she cried again.
She struggled a moment, then half fainted in his arms.
"Who else is here ?" said Johnson.
"Only the slaves," replied the colonel.
"Well, we don't want them.

Move on, then! Your daughter can take her maid with her if she wishes," he said with surly courtesy.

"Is this the wench?
Well, get your mistress a cloak, and be quick about it!" Assisted by Chloe, the maid, and Lord Desborough, the colonel half carried, half led, his daughter out of the room.
"Seymour, Seymour!" she cried despairingly at the door; but he lay still where he had fallen, seeing and hearing nothing..