On the following night--namely Monday,--the family assembled together, for the first time since the fatal event, in the chamber to which Thames had been introduced on his arrival at Dollis Hill. As this had been Mrs. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. Determined, however, to conquer the feeling as soon as possible, Wood had given orders to have the evening meal served there; but, notwithstanding all his good resolutions upon his first entrance, he had much ado to maintain his self-command. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. The very blank, however, affected him more deeply than if it had been left. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was _her_ favourite canary. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping--_she_ had gathered them. All these circumstances,--slight in themselves, but powerful in their effect,--touched the heart of the widowed carpenter, and added to his depression. Supper was over. It had been discussed in silence. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible--for it was getting dusk--put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers--for such they may now be fairly termed--to their own conversation. Having already expressed our determination not to betray any confidences of this sort, which, however interesting to the parties concerned, could not possibly be so to others, we shall omit also the “love passages,” and proceeding to such topics as may have general interest, take up the discourse at the point when Thames Darrell expressed his determination of starting for Manchester, as soon as Jack Sheppard's examination had taken place. “I am surprised we have received no summons for attendance to-day,” he remarked; “perhaps the other robber may be secured.” “Or Jack have escaped,” remarked Winny. “I don't think that's likely. But, this sad affair disposed of, I will not rest till I have avenged my murdered parents.” “'_The avenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer_',” said Wood, who was culling for himself certain texts from the scriptures. “It is the voice of inspiration,” said Thames; “and I receive it as a solemn command. The villain has enjoyed his security too long.” “'_Bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days_',” said Wood, reading aloud another passage. “And yet, _he_ has been spared thus long; perhaps with a wise purpose,” rejoined Thames. “But, though the storm has spared him, _I_ will not.”