"I'll help you, Mrs. Lucy," said she. And as Lucy passed on,—"You ken something, Madam Celia. Don't let those bloodhounds read it in your eyes, as I do. And be calm. The Lord reigneth, my bairn."
"Yes, dear Patient, I know," was Celia's faltering answer: and she went quietly into her own room.
[[1]] Matt. xi. 29.
[[2]] 1 Pet. ii. 22.
[[3]] Luke viii. 13.
[[4]] In the sunken circle which marked one of the habitations of the ancient Iberii, the aborigines of Britain. One of their villages stood above Merrivale Bridge, with a long avenue of stones (still visible), intersected here and there by circles, and at a little distance is a monolith.
XIII.
LADY GRISELDA'S RUBY RING
"He looketh upon us sweetly,
With His well-known greeting, 'Peace!'
And He fills our hearts completely,
And the sounds of the tempest cease;
But we know that the hour is come,
For one of us to go home."
—B.M.
Celia found Lucy already engaged in emptying the closet. Patient came in and helped her until the bed was covered with cloaks and dresses. They heard the searchers coming slowly toward them on the other side of the passage, the Squire especially urging that not the smallest corner should be left unsearched. At length they tapped at the door for admittance. Charley came in first, holding his candle high above his head, as if his mission were to explore the ceiling.