Old Jenny stood over her, lifting her up, shaking her, and shouting in her ears:
"Miss Edith! Miss Edith! They are here! They are here! We shall be murdered in our beds!"
In the room stood old Oliver, gray with terror, while all the dogs on the premises were barking madly, and a noisy party at the front was trying to force an entrance.
Violent knocking and shaking at the outer door and the sound of voices.
"Open! open! let us in! for God's sake, let us in!"
"Those are fugitives--not foes--listen--they plead--they do not threaten--go and unbar the door, Oliver," said Edith.
Reluctantly and cautiously the old man obeyed.
"Light another candle, Jenny--that is dying in its socket--it will be out in a minute."
Trembling all over, Jenny essayed to do as she was bid, but only succeeded in putting out the expiring light. The sound of the unbarring of the door had deprived her of the last remnant of self-control. Edith struck a light, while the s