Jenny, however, contrived to make several more, for she was almost too excited and terrified to know what she was doing. She put on Mrs Jane’s skirt wrong side out, offered her the left sleeve of her kirtle for the right arm, and generally behaved like a girl who was frightened out of her wits.
Mrs Jane, dressed at last, softly opened her door, and desired Jenny to follow.
“I will wake none else till I know what the matter is,” she said.
“Come after me, and I will speak with the Captain of these men from the little window in the hall.”
Jenny obeyed, feeling as if she were more dead than alive.
Mrs Jane quietly unfastened the little window, and said to a soldier who had taken up his position close beside it—“I would speak with your Captain.”
The Captain appeared in a moment.
“For what reason are you here?” asked the young lady.
“Madam, I hold a warrant to take the bodies of Thomas Lane, and John Lane his son, and I trust that none in this house shall impede me in the execution of my duty.”
“My brother!—and my father!” exclaimed Mrs Jane, under her breath.