"I _wish_ you wouldn't stand there in that way. You really make me feel quite nervous. And what with the dark, and not having any light, and losing poor dear Kitty, and not having any chair to sit upon, really one's life is scarce worth having. But all this is thrown away, as you can't speak English--and how horrid it is to have no one to talk to." The woman made no reply, but with a quiet, stealthy step she drew near to Minnie. "What do you want? You horrid creature, keep away," said Minnie, drawing back in some alarm. "Minnie dear!" said the woman. "H-s-s-s-h!" she added, in a low whisper. Minnie started. "Who are you?" she whispered. One arm went around her neck, and another hand went over her mouth, and the woman drew nearer to her. "Not a word. H-s-s-s-h! I've risked my life. The priest brought me." "Why, my darling, darling love of an Ethel!" said Minnie, who was overwhelmed with surprise. "H-s-s-s-h!" "But how can I h-s-s-s-h when I'm so perfectly frantic with delight? Oh, you darling pet!" "H-s-s-s-h! Not another word. I'll be discovered and lost." "Well, dear, I'll speak very, very low. But how did you come here?" "The priest brought me." "The priest?" "Yes. He was sent for, you know; and I thought I could help you, and he is going to save you." "He! Who?" "The priest, you know." "The priest! Is he a Roman Catholic priest, Ethel darling?" "Yes, dear." "And _he_ is going to save me this time, is he?" "I hope so, dear." "Oh, how perfectly lovely that is! and it was so kind and thoughtful in you! Now this is really quite nice, for you know I've _longed_ so to be saved by a priest. These horrid men, you know, all go and propose the moment they save one's life; but a priest _can't_, you know--no, not if he saved one a thousand times over. Can he now, Ethel darling?" "Oh no!" said Ethel, in a little surprise. "But stop, darling. You really must _not_ say another word--no, not so much as a whisper--for we certainly _will_ be heard; and don't notice what I do, or the priest either, for it's very, very important, dear. But you keep as still as a little mouse, and wait till we are all ready." "Well, Ethel dear, I will; but it's awfully funny to see you here--and oh, _such_ a funny figure as you are!" "H-s-s-s-h!" Minnie relapsed into silence now, and Ethel withdrew near to the door, where she stood and listened. All was still. Down stairs there was no light and no sound. In the hall above she could see nothing, and could not tell whether any guards were there or not. Hawbury's room was at the back of the house, as has been said, and the door was just at the top of the stairs. The door where Ethel was standing was there too, and was close by the other, so that she could listen and hear the deep breathing of the sleeper. One or two indistinct sounds escaped him from time to time, and this was all that broke the deep stillness.