"Yes, we are now quite easy on that score, madam," added Nowell; "and to-morrow we shall have the pleasure of escorting you to Lancaster Castle."
"And your trial will come on at the next assizes, about the middle of August," said Potts, "You have only four months to run."
"That is indeed my term," muttered the lady. "I shall not tarry to listen to your taunts," she added, aloud. "You may possibly regret rejecting my proposal."
So saying, she quitted the room.
As she returned to the hall, Nicholas awoke.
"What a devil of a storm!" he exclaimed, stretching himself and rubbing his eyes. "Zounds! that flash of lightning was enough to blind me, and the thunder wellnigh splits one's ears."
"Yet you have slept through louder peals, Nicholas," said Mistress Nutter, coming up to him. "Richard has not returned from his mission, and I must go myself to Malkin Tower. In my absence, I must entrust you with the defence of my house."
"I am willing to undertake it," replied Nicholas, "provided no witchcraft be used."
"Nay, you need not fear that," said the lady, with a forced smile.
"Well, then, leave it to me," said the squire; "but you will not set out till the storm is over?"