When Grace had done this, she saw Henry misunderstood it, and she was sorry, and waited an opportunity to restore the balance; but, ere one came, a bell was heard in the air; the great alarm-bell of Raby Hall.
Then faint voices were heard of people calling to each other here and there in the distance.
“What is it?” asked Grace.
Henry replied, “What should it be? The whole country is out after you. Mr Raby has sense enough for that.”
“Oh, I hope they will not see the light in the church, and find you out.”
“You are very good to think of that. Ah! There's a bonfire: and here comes a torch. I must go and quench my fires. Good-by, Miss Carden. Good-evening, sir.”
With this, he retired: but, as he went, he sighed.
Grace said to Coventry, “Oh, I forgot to ask him a question;” and ran after him. “Mr. Little!”
He heard and came back to her.
She was violently agitated. “I can't leave you so,” she said. “Give me your hand.”