Rapidly as the Spaniard moved, he did not outstrip Lady Roos, whose design being favoured by the escape from its confinement of one of the Countess's long dark tresses, she had no difficulty of possessing, herself of it in the manner prescribed by her mother. Lady Exeter was aware of the loss she had sustained, and uttered a stifled cry; but this was attributed to the fright natural to the occasion by Lord Roos, who had not noticed what had taken place, and only caused him to hurry Diego's departure. But before the latter had wholly disappeared with his burthen, the perfumed and silken tress of hair was delivered to Lady Lake, who muttered triumphantly as she received it--"This will convict her. She cannot escape us now." The prize was scarcely concealed when Lord Roos, sheathing the sword which he had hitherto held drawn, advanced towards his mother-in-law. "Now that the object of your disquietude is removed, Madam, it will not be necessary to prolong this interview," he said. "Have we then your lordship's permission to depart?" rejoined Lady Lake, coldly. "We are not, I presume, to avail ourselves of the private means of exit contrived for your amorous adventures, lest we should make other discoveries." "Your ladyship will leave by the way you entered," rejoined Lord Roos. "I will attend you to the door--and unfasten it for you." "Before we go, I would have a word with my husband--it may be my last," said Lady Roos to her mother. "I pray you withdraw a little, that we may be alone." "Better not," rejoined Lady Lake. But unable to resist her daughter's imploring looks, she added, "Well, as you will. But it is useless." With this she proceeded to the little passage, and remained there. As Lady Roos turned to her husband, she saw, from the stern and inflexible look he had assumed, that any appeal made to him would be unavailing, and she attempted none. A moment elapsed before she could utter a word, and then it was only a murmur to heaven for guidance and support. "What say you, Elizabeth?" demanded Lord Roos, thinking she had addressed him. "I asked for support from on High, William, and it has been accorded to me," she replied in a low sweet voice. "I can now speak to you. It is not to weary you with supplications or reproaches that I thus detain you. I have something to impart to you, and I am sure you will eagerly listen to it. Come nearer, that we may not be overheard." Lord Roos, whose curiosity was aroused by her manner, obeyed her. "I am all attention," he said. "I feel I am in your way, William," she rejoined, in a deep whisper; "and that you desire my death. Nay, interrupt me not; I am sure you desire it; and I am equally sure that the desire will be gratified, and that you will kill me." "Kill you, Bess!" cried Lord Roos, startled. "How can you imagine aught so frightful?"