Lord Maythorne soothed her with honeyed words, and declared he would not leave her till she was in a place of safety. "Gilbert," Joyce said, beseechingly, as she followed him to the dining room, where he partook hastily of refreshment, "do not force me to go away from you; let me and Falcon stay here. We have the gardener to protect us, and the cook is a sensible woman. Pray please, let your mother take her maid and Susan, and, _do_ leave me here. Think how dreadful it would be to me to be beyond reach if--if anything happened to you, if you were hurt. Nay, Gilbert, do not refuse me." "Well, I will yield for this one night, and to-morrow, being Sunday, there may be peace; but I doubt it. Get the others under marching orders; and, Joyce;" as she was leaving the room, "I am not very well pleased to see my uncle hanging about here, and filling that poor girl's head with nonsense. She is just as likely to fancy he is making love to her as not. Warn her, can't you?" Joyce shook her head. "It is not easy to persuade Charlotte that everyone is not ready to fall at her feet, and I am afraid she will resent any interference; but, oh!" she continued gaily, "I will do anything now I am not to be sent away from _you_." Then she hastened upstairs and found Susan and Mary bustling about for departure. Joyce told Falcon he was to stay to take care of her, and he shouted for joy. He had again taken up his post at the open nursery windows, leaning over the bars, and listening to the ever increasing tumult which reigned in the city below. "Oh! dear madam," Susan said; "I don't like to leave you." "You like to please me, Susan, and there is no danger for me." "The cellar window is made fast, I know," Susan said, "and he--he can never come near you again; but suppose the mob should come up here, and master not be able to reach you." "That is not likely; by to-morrow all may be quiet, and I shall come to Down Cottage to see how you have got on. You must give mother my love, and tell her I know she will like to have Baby Joy to-night, and that you can sleep with Lettice and Lota." "Don't be afraid, my darlings," she said, as two little serious faces were turned up to her, and two little plaintive voices said: "We want to stay with mother. Falcon is going to stay." "Falcon is a boy, and he likes to watch the crowds, and does not mind the noise, and he is going to take care of me. Now then, darlings, run down and tell father you are ready, while I go and see if grandmother and Mary, and cousin Charlotte are ready also." But Mrs. Arundel had determined to remain with Joyce, and said nothing should tempt her to leave her; her maid Mary should go, and she would stay behind.