"From Lord Essendine's own lips?"
"How can he have done this? He—a prisoner."
"Are you sure of that?"
"He is fast by the leg. Come and see him. He is in the next room."
"Here? In our power?"
"Yes: let us go and see him at once."
There was a fierce gleam in her eyes, as though she wished to stab him, wherever she found him, to the heart.
Hyde was where we had left him, still bound hand and foot to the bedstead. He had spent a miserable night, he was stiff and sore from his strange position, and they had given him little or no food. But his manner was defiant, and his air exulting, as he saw Ledantec and Cyprienne approach.
"Have you come to release me? It's about time. You will gain nothing by keeping me here."
"Dog! I hate you!" cried Mrs. Wilders, as she struck him a cruel, cowardly blow on the face.