'If your curiosity, Madam,' said Juliet, more calmly, yet not daring any longer to resist, 'is excited to take an inventory of my small property, I must endeavour to indulge it.' She was preparing to untie the strings of her work-bag; when a sudden recollection of the bank-notes of Harleigh, for the possession of which she could give no possible account, checked her hand, and changed her countenance. Mrs Howel, perceiving her embarrassment, yet more haughtily said, 'Will you deliver your work-bag, young woman, to Rawlins?' 'No, Madam!' answered Juliet, reviving with conscious dignity; 'I will neither so far offend myself at this moment,--nor you for every moment that shall follow! I can deliver it only into your own hands.' 'Enough!' cried Mrs Howel. 'Rawlins, order Hilson to enquire out the magistrate of this village, and to desire that he will send to me some peace-officer immediately.' She then opened the door of a small inner room, into which she shut herself, with an air of deadly vengeance. Mrs Rawlins, at the same time, passed to the outer room, to summon Hilson. Juliet, confounded, remained alone. She looked from one side to the other; expecting either that Mrs Howel would call upon her, or that Mrs Rawlins would return for further orders. Neither of them re-appeared, or spoke. Alarmed, now, yet more powerfully than disgusted, she compelled herself to tap at the door of Mrs Howel, and to beg admission. She received no answer. A second and a third attempt failed equally. Affrighted more seriously, she hastened to the outer room; where a man, Hilson, she supposed, was just quitting Mrs Rawlins. 'Mrs Rawlins,' she cried; 'I beseech you not to send any one off, till you have received fresh directions.' Mrs Rawlins desired to know whether this were the command of her lady. 'It will be,' Juliet replied, 'when I have spoken to her again.' Mrs Rawlins answered, that her lady was always accustomed to be obeyed at once; and told Hilson to make haste. Juliet entreated for only a moment's delay; but the man would not listen. Though from justice Juliet could have nothing to fear, the idea of being forced to own herself, when a peace-officer was sent for, to avoid being examined as a criminal, filled her with such horrour and affright, that, calling out, 'Stop! stop! I beseech you stop!--' she ran after the man, with a precipitate eagerness, that made her nearly rush into the arms of a gentleman, who, at that moment, having just passed by Hilson, filled up the way. Without looking at him, she sought to hurry on; but, upon his saying, 'I ask pardon, Ma'am, for barricading your passage in this sort;' she recognized the voice of her first patron, the Admiral. Charmed with the hope of succour, 'Is it you, Sir?' she cried. 'Oh Sir, stop that person!--Call to him! Bid him return! I implore you!--'