"Not your name?"
"No; my name's Kitty."
"Kitty!" cried Dacres, starting to his feet.
At that instant the report of a gun burst upon their ears, followed by another and another; then there were wild calls and loud shouts. Other guns were heard.
Yet amidst all this wild alarm there was nothing which had so tremendous an effect upon Dacres as this last remark of Mrs. Willoughby's.
"THE PRIEST FLUNG HIMSELF FORWARD."