"Now go to rest, dear child," said Sir John, as they rose from their kneeling posture.
"Presently, dear uncle, I will seek rest," replied Susan; "but I have work in the sick-room awaiting me, and I keep watch there the first half of the night."
Then, bidding her uncle "Good-night," Susan lit a wax candle and quitted the library.
For a full hour the Treasurer sat alone in deep thought. He resolved that on the morrow he would send a trusty messenger to the Hague, who should inform his brother of all that had passed, and the present position of affairs.
How he longed for the presence of William—how valuable would his counsel be to him at this crisis!
Yet it could not be, for it was known full well to those in power that William had aided the Vicar of Chiddingly to escape, that he had gone with him to Holland.
He therefore lay under grave suspicion, and must remain an exile until happier days.
At length, weary and worn, the Treasurer betook himself to rest.