"Yes, I warrant me you rarely catch a smile on his sour visage. But I hope there are few points of resemblance between him and me. Again I ask, how could you marry such a man?" "'Twas all my grandam's doing," she sighed. "And you have bitterly repented of the foolish step ever since, I'll be sworn. Confess, and I'll forgive you, though, I own, the effort will be difficult." "Then pray don't make it. Unless you listen to my warning, you will fall into a snare that has been privily laid for you." "Privily laid for me by Urso, eh? The Roundhead rogue had better take care of himself, or you will speedily become a widow." "It is not of Urso I would warn you. Do not take part in the camisade to-night." "The camisade!" he exclaimed, in surprise. "How do you know there is to be a camisade? Who has told you of it? Answer me that." All his levity had vanished. As she did not answer, he repeated the question still more peremptorily. "No matter who told me," she rejoined. "If you value your life you will not go. I have warned you. Do as you please. Farewell!" "Stay! we must not part thus. You spoke of a snare being privily laid for me. What was your meaning?" "I will tell you nothing more," she rejoined. And breaking from him, she flew towards the inn. Just as she reached the door the Cavaliers came forth in a body. Some of them tried to stop her, but she pushed them aside and got into the house. Careless thought of following her and insisting on an explanation, but after a moment's reflection he concluded that, since she was lodging at the inn, she must have overheard the loud and indiscreet talk of the Cavaliers, and so have ascertained the nature of the enterprise on which they were engaged. As to the "privily-laid snare" of which he had been warned, the expression savoured strongly of Urso, and probably meant nothing in particular. Having arrived at this conclusion he marched off, with the fixed determination of paying another visit to the old hostel on the morrow. But before the morrow came he was undeceived, and he then bitterly regretted that he had neglected the warning given him. So well was the secret kept, that only the troops actually engaged in the camisade were aware of its object. Many heard of the enterprise and of its failure at the same time. When the attacking party was driven back, a call to arms was instantly made by the Duke of Hamilton and all the commanders stationed on the south and south-east, lest Cromwell should follow up his success by an immediate assault on the city. But it soon became apparent that he had no such design, and though the Royalists remained on the alert, they were not disturbed during the remainder of the night.