"Oh, if father were here!" was all she could murmur moaningly, as the clatter of hoofs rung out in the courtyard.
A minute later old Digger tottered in shaking like a reed, followed by an officer and three soldiers.

Barbara rose to meet them, biting her lips to repress her emotion "What is it ?" she inquired coldly.
"Guard the doors and the windows! said the Captain to his men, ignoring her.

He looked round the room, and then condescended to reply.
"We are seeking a rebel," he said.

"He has been traced to this neighbourhood, and it would be natural for him to seek hospitality here.

The Myddeltons are fond of such dirt." "This roof shelters no rebels," said Barbara simply.
"Colonel Myddelton, this doddering old fool tells me," said the Captain, indicating Digger, "is away." "Clearly," said Barbara, "or your language would be more guarded." "And no one has come seeking refuge ?" the Captain pursued, adding, to Barbara's intense relief: "But asking questions is sheer waste of breath.