One or two windows flew open, and among the women who put their heads out to see what was the matter, Mary Wells was the first.
The owner of the dog instantly whistled, and the sportive animal ran to him; but Lady Bassett was a good deal scared, and went in holding her hand to her side. Mary Wells hurried to her assistance, and she cried a little from nervousness when the young woman came earnestly to her.
“Oh, Mary! he frightened me so. I did not see him coming.”
“Mr. Moss,” said Mary Wells, “here's a villain come and frightened my lady. Go and shoot his dog, you and your son; and get the grooms, and fling him in the horse-pond directly.”
“No!” said Lady Bassett, firmly. “You will see that he does not enter the house, that is all. Should he attempt that, then you will use force for my protection. Mary, come to my room.”
When they were together alone Lady Bassett put both hands on the girl's shoulders, and made her turn toward her.
“I think you love me, Mary?” said she, drinking the girl's eyes with her own.
“Ah! that I do, my lady.”
“Why did you look so pale, and your eyes flash, and why did you incite those poor men to—It might have led to bloodshed.”
“It would; and that is what I wanted, my lady!”