"Before I listen to the young man's request, let him declare that it is his intention to deliver her up to the king," rejoined Parravicin, coldly.
"It is my intention to deliver her up to one who has the best right to take charge of her," returned Leonard.
"You mean her father," sneered Parravicin.
"Ay, but not the person you suppose to be her father," replied Leonard. "An important discovery has been made respecting her parentage."
"Indeed!" exclaimed Parravicin, with a look of surprise. "Who has the honour to be her father?"
"A gentleman named Thirlby," replied Leonard.
"What!" cried Parravicin, starting, and turning pale. "Did you say Thirlby?"
The apprentice reiterated his assertion. Parravicin uttered a deep groan, and pressed his hand forcibly against his brow for some moments, during which the apprentice watched him narrowly. He then controlled himself by a powerful effort, and returned his sword to its scabbard.
"Come into this room, young man," he said to the apprentice, "and let your companion remain outside with Chowles. Fear nothing. I intend you no injury."
"I do not distrust you," replied Leonard, "and if I did, should have no apprehension." And motioning Rainbird to remain where he was, he entered the room with the knight, who instantly closed the door.