"Mr. Durrell, I will show you and your daughter to your rooms."
Their rooms were on the first floor, but not next to one another. De Rothan gave Nance her candle and threw open the door for her.
"Good night, Miss Nance. There is a little bell within. Ring it if you should desire anything."
He turned back to show Anthony Durrell to his room.
Nance was standing looking about her at the mahogany furniture, the gay chintzes, the carved low-post bed. She put the candle down, opened the window, and looked out. Garden ground seemed to lie some fifteen feet below; it was all black, but she saw something that glimmered like water. She was still standing there when she heard the key turned in the lock of her door. Footsteps died away down the passage. She realised that she was a prisoner.
It was still early when Tom Stook came lumbering on his long shanks to Rush Heath Hall. He asked for Mr. Jeremy, and Jeremy came out to him on the grass before the house.
"He have gone and stole the young leddy and her father."
"What, man, what?"
"They be at t' Brick House. De Rothan brought 'en back from Stonehanger two hours after midnight."
Jeremy swore a big oath.