"Lord have mercy on us all!" exclaimed the housekeeper unable
to restrain herself. The maids began to cry.
After an absence of about five minutes Mr Mountchesney again
hurried in and leading away Lady de Mowbray, he said, "You
haven't a moment to lose. Follow us!"
There was a general rush, and following Mr Mountchesney they
passed rapidly through several apartments, the fearful noises
every moment increasing, until they reached the library which
opened on the terrace. The windows were broken, the terrace
crowded with people, several of the mob were in the room, even
Lady de Mowbray cried out and fell back.
"Come on," said Mr Mountchesney. "The mob have possession of
the castle. It is our only chance."
"But the mob are here," said Lady de Mowbray much terrified.
"I see some Mowbray faces," cried Sybil springing forward,
with a flashing eye and glowing cheek. "Bamford and Samuel
Carr: Bamford, if you be my father's friend, aid us now; and
Samuel Carr, I was with your mother this morning: did she
think I should meet her son thus? No, you shall not enter,"
said Sybil advancing. They recognised her, they paused. "I
know you, Couchman; you told us once at the Convent that we
might summon you in our need.
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