The soldiers were passing round the room slowly, thoroughly.

In the stress of her perturbation Barbara rose and moved to the door, controlling her agitation with a tremendous effort.
"Follow the lady," said the Captain to one of the soldiers.

"Don't lose sight of her for a moment." ("The minx knows something," he muttered in his moustache.) "You brute!" cried Philip, drawing his sword.

"Do you dare to order my sister to be dogged?
Come on." And he made a lunge at the Roundhead.
"Steady!" said the Captain, parrying the thrust--"steady, young fellow!" Barbara, catching at the door, screamed and swooned.
Philip thrust at him again.
"Be still," muttered the Captain; "we must have no bloodshed here." And he twitched the weapon from the boy's hand, adding: "Very well, I withdraw the order.

Carry your sister to her room, and my soldier shall merely stand sentinel at her door.