“No; she accepts it,” rejoined Jonathan, triumphantly. “Come along, Mrs. Sheppard. I've a carriage within call shall convey you swiftly to town. Come! come!” “Hear me, mother,” cried Jack, “and I will explain to you _why_ the villain makes this strange and revolting proposal. He well knows that but two lives--those of Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland Trenchard,--stand between you and the vast possessions of the family. Those lives removed,--and Sir Rowland is completely in his power, the estates would be yours--HIS! if he were your husband. Now do you see his motive?” “I see nothing but your danger,” replied his mother, tenderly. “Granted it were as you say, Jack,” said Wild;--“and I sha'n't take the trouble to contradict you--the estates would be _yours_ hereafter.” “Liar!” cried Jack. “Do you affect ignorance that I am a condemned felon, and can inherit nothing? But do not imagine that under any circumstances I would accept your terms. My mother shall never degrade herself by a connection with you.” “Degrade herself,” rejoined Jonathan, brutally. “Do you think I would take a harlot to my bed, if it didn't suit my purposes to do so?” “He says right,” replied Mrs. Sheppard, distractedly. “I am only fit for such as him. Take me! take me!” “Before an hour you shall be mine,” said Jonathan advancing towards her. “Back!” cried Jack fiercely: “lay a finger on her, and I will fell you to the ground. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?” “I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you,” rejoined his mother, bursting from his grasp. Jonathan caught her in his arms. “Come away!” he cried, with the roar of a demon. This laugh and his looks alarmed her. “It _is_ the fiend!” she exclaimed, recoiling. “Save me!--save me!” “Damnation!” vociferated Jonathan, savagely. “We've no time for any Bedlam scenes now. Come along, you mad jade. I'll teach you submission in time.” With this, he endeavoured to force her off; but, before he could accomplish his purpose, he was arrested, and his throat seized by Jack. In the struggle, Mrs. Sheppard broke from him, and filled the room with her shrieks. “I'll now pay the debt I owe you,” cried Jack, tightening his grip till the thief-taker blackened in the face. “Dog!” cried Wild, freeing himself by a powerful effort, and dealing Jack a violent blow with the heavy bludgeon, which knocked him backwards, “you are not yet a match for Jonathan Wild. Neither you nor your mother shall escape me. But I must summon my janizaries.” So saying, he raised a whistle to his lips, and blew a loud call; and, as this was unanswered, another still louder. “Confusion!” he cried; “something has happened. But I won't be cheated of my prize.” “Help! help!” shrieked Mrs. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthest corner of the room.