“I will take no part in urging him to join it,” replied Fawkes. “But I can promise nothing further.”
“Then mark me,” she returned; “if further attempts are made by any of your confederates to league him with their plot, I myself will disclose all I know of it.”
“Viviana,” rejoined Fawkes, in a threatening tone, “I again warn you that you endanger your life.”
“I care not,” she rejoined; “I would risk twenty lives, if I possessed them, to preserve my father.”
“You are a noble-hearted lady,” replied Fawkes, unable to repress the admiration inspired by her conduct; “and if I can accomplish what you desire, I will. But I see not how it can be done.”
“Everything is possible to one of your resolution,” replied Viviana.
“Well, well,” replied Fawkes, a slight smile crossing his rugged features; “the effort at least shall be made.”
“Thanks! thanks!” ejaculated Viviana; and, overcome by her emotion, she sank half-fainting into his arms.
While he held her thus, debating within himself whether he should convey her to the house, Garnet and Catesby appeared at the other end of the avenue. Their surprise at the sight was extreme; nor was it less when Viviana, opening her eyes as they drew near, uttered a slight cry, and disappeared.
“This requires an explanation,” said Catesby, glancing fiercely at Fawkes.