Suddenly the door was thrust open and in, without a knock, without permission, came Anthony himself--the first time he had crossed that threshold. Urith's arms fell to her side, and her fists became clenched. How dare he appear before them, after having committed such an offence? Mistress Malvine held up her hands before her face to hide the sight of him from her eyes. "I have come," said Anthony, "I have come because of that bit of tomfoolery last night." Luke saw that his cousin was approaching the widow, and he stepped between them. "For shame of you, 'Tony!" he said, in quivering voice. "You ought never to show your face after what has been done--at all events here." "Get aside," answered Anthony roughly, and thrust him out of the way. "Madame Malvine," said he, planting himself before the hysterical widow, "listen to me. I am very sorry and ashamed for what I did. It was in utter ignorance. I was dared to go to the churchyard last night when the ghosts walk, and Fox said no one would believe me that I had been there unless I brought back some token. We had all been drinking. The night was pitch-dark. I got up the avenue under the trees, and pulled up the stake nearest to the church porch I could feel. Whose it was, as Heaven is my witness, I did not know. I was wrong in doing it; but I was dared to do something of the kind." "You must have known that my brother-in-law lay on the right-hand side of the porch," said Solomon Gibbs. "How should I know?" retorted Anthony. "I am not sexton, to tell where every one lies. And on such a pitch-black night too, I could find my way only by feeling." "Your offence," said Luke, sternly, "is not against this family only, but against God. You have been guilty of sacrilege." "I will ask you not to interfere," answered Anthony. "With God I will settle the matter in my own conscience. I am come here to beg forgiveness of Mistress Malvine and of Urith." He turned sharply round to the latter, and spoke with a deep flush in his cheek, and with outstretched arm. "Urith! you will believe me! You will forgive me! With my best heart's blood I would wipe out the offence. I never, never dreamed of injuring and paining you. It was a misadventure, and my cursed folly in sitting drinking at the Hare and Hounds, and of allowing myself to be taunted to a mad act by Fox Crymes, who is my evil genius." "It was Fox Crymes who urged you to do it?" asked Urith, her rigidity ceasing, and the colour returning to her cheeks and lips. "He goaded me to the act, but he had nothing to do with my bringing your father's headpiece to the tavern--that was the devil's own witchcraft." "Mother," said Urith, "do you hear; it was Fox Crymes's doing. On him the blame falls."