"I do not believe in such things," I said, for although many witches had been burnt in England, even in my time, I had no faith in much of what I had heard. "Why do I go up to the old house in Pycroft woods?" she went on. "Is it for pleasure? Have you not heard it is haunted? I tell you deeds are done there which would frighten you, brave as you think you are. And I go because I must. Now had you not better go back and leave me?" "No," I made answer. "I will accompany you even as I have said." "But you promised not to hinder me." "No, I will not hinder you, because, in spite of what you say, I do not believe evil is in your heart." "There you make a mistake, Master Rashcliffe. I have evil in my heart. And it is not without reason. Have you a sister?" "No, why do you ask?" "Because if you had you might understand me. If you had a sister, bound to obey a bad man, as his wife, would she not be justified in having evil in her heart?" "His wife?" I cried. "Ay, his wife!" and at this she laughed bitterly. "Now you see how useless it is for you to try and help me, for a wife must obey her husband no matter what he commands her. Do you think I would be here else? Look!" and she showed me her left hand, where I saw a plain gold ring. At this I said nothing, nevertheless I did not in any wise think of giving up my determination to accompany her. "You are still determined to enter this old house?" I said quietly. "I go because I must," she replied. Without another word I opened the gate and motioned her to pass in. "You still persist in going?" she said, as if in astonishment, but she passed through the open gate, while I walked quietly by her side. It was not easy to keep to the track, but I managed to follow it while the woman, who I was sure felt glad that I had persisted in accompanying her, kept near me. How long we walked I do not know. The woods grew darker and thicker, while the very air we breathed seemed laden with mystery and dread. Once or twice I stopped, for I thought I heard footsteps, but as I listened all was silent. "Oh, I am afraid," she said again and again. I did not reply to her, for I had no word of cheer to offer. In truth I was not far from being afraid myself. An open enemy I could meet as well as another, but the dreadful silence, with the occasional suggestion of stealthy footsteps, made my heart grow cold in spite of myself. At length the track ended in an open space, and then my heart gave a leap, for a little distance away I saw the dark outline of an old house. Never until then did I realise how dark and lonesome a human habitation could be. Not a sound could I hear save the beating of our own hearts, naught could I see but the grim walls of the time-worn building. "Look," she whispered fearfully. "Yonder is a light." She spoke truly, for almost hidden by a large evergreen tree, yet plainly to be seen was a tiny light. "That will be Master Pycroft!" I said almost involuntarily.