Sir William was silent again for a moment; his wife's description of the influence which the stranger exerted over them all accorded so entirely with the impression she had created upon his own feelings, that he was startled and perplexed. "And what account does she give of herself--who is she, and what has brought her here to this new world, alone and unprotected?" "She speaks vaguely of her past or of her future plans. She told me that she might perhaps soon return to England; then, as we were talking, she fainted suddenly away, and fell senseless in my arms, just as she had done during my visit to her at Goody Brown's." "It is very strange," said Sir William. "These are wayward times in which we live, and it behoves us all to be well upon our guard; we know not in what way the great adversary of souls may weave his snares for us." "It grieves me to think ill of her, my husband, and yet, when out of her sight, evil forebodings rise in my mind, which the first glance of her eyes is sure to dispel. To-night her manner was so wayward--another would have explained--would have called out--no word, no sign. She neither moved nor seemed to note the presence of any human being." "I must converse with this stranger; after receiving her as our friend and guest, it is meet that we should know somewhat more concerning her." "She will set every doubt at rest in your mind, of that I am certain. I know not what to advise, but I am glad that you are returned, for I was sorely puzzled how to act." "Where are our friends? I fear we left them somewhat unceremoniously." "Let us go back to them," returned Lady Phipps. "I believe, in truth, we should offer some apology for our abrupt departure." CHAPTER XXI. PASSIONATE DENUNCIATIONS. When Governor Phipps and his wife entered the library they found Samuel Parris standing in the midst of the room, waiting, with suppressed impatience, for the appearance of his daughter. He strode forward a pace or two, with eager fire in his eyes, when Lady Phipps crossed the threshold; but seeing that the form he so longed for did not follow, drew back with nervous shyness, shrinking within himself as if the impulsive affection warming his heart were a sin to hide away and be ashamed of. "Mr. Parris, welcome back again," said Lady Phipps, holding out her plump little hand. "We have been rude to keep you in solitude so long." "Nay, my lady, it matters not. But the child--my Elizabeth--surely nothing is amiss that she delays coming to greet her father?" Lady Phipps became thoughtful in an instant, and looked around, wondering where Elizabeth had bestowed herself. The old man grew white and began to shiver. "Is the child ill? What malady has found her out? You may tell me, lady, without fear; with God's help I--I can bear it." The poor, self-tortured old man sat down on the edge of a chair and lifted his large, wild eyes to the lady's face, waiting for the expected blow with piteous trepidation.