Griffith ran through the fair; but could not enjoy it. Hærebat lateri arundo. He came galloping back to watch his wife, and see whether Betty Gough had come again or not. As he rode into the stable-yard he caught sight of Ryder's face at an upper window. She looked pale and agitated, and her black eyes flashed with a strange expression. She made him a signal which he did not understand; but she joined him directly after in the stable-yard. "Come quietly with me," said she, solemnly. He hooked his horse's rein to the wall, and followed her, trembling. She took him up the back stairs, and, when she got on the landing, she turned and said, "Where did you leave her?" "In her own room." "See if she is there now," said Ryder, pointing to the door. Griffith tore the door open: the room was empty. "Nor is she to be found in the house," said Ryder; "for I've been in every room." Griffith's face turned livid, and he staggered and leaned against the wall. "Where is she?" said he, hoarsely. "Humph!" said Ryder, fiendishly. "Find him, and you will find her." "I'll find them if they are above ground," cried Griffith, furiously; and he rushed into his bedroom and soon came out again, with a fearful purpose written on his ghastly features and in his bloodshot eyes; and a loaded pistol in his hand. Ryder was terrified; but instead of succumbing to terror, she flew at him like a cat and wreathed her arms round him. "What would you do?" cried she. "Madman, would you hang for them? and break my heart; the only woman in the world that loves you. Give me the pistol. Nay, I will have it." And, with that extraordinary power excitement lends her sex, she wrenched it out of his hands. He gnashed his teeth with fury, and clutched her with a gripe of iron: she screamed with pain: he relaxed his grasp a little at that: she turned on him and defied him. "I won't let you get into trouble for a priest and a wanton," she cried; "you shall kill me first. Leave mo the pistol, and pledge me your sacred word to do them no harm, and then I'll tell you where they are. Refuse me this, and you shall go to your grave and know nothing more than you know now." "No, no: if you are a woman have pity on me; let me come at them. There, I'll use no weapon. I'll tear them to atoms with these hands. Where are they?" "May I put the pistol away, then?" "Yes, take it out of my sight; so best. Where are they?" Ryder locked the pistol up in one of Mrs. Gaunt's boxes. Then she said, in a trembling voice, "Follow me." He followed her in awful silence. She went rather slowly to the door that opened on the lawn; and then she hesitated. "If you are a man, and have any feeling for a poor girl who loves you; if you are a gentleman, and respect your word--no violence." "I promise," said he. "Where are they?" "Nay, nay. I fear I shall rue the day I told you. Promise me once more: no bloodshed--upon your soul." "I promise. Where are they?" "God forgive me; they are in the Grove."