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Accompanied by the priest, he then proceeded to the dining-room, where he found Constance and Monica. A very nice supper had been prepared, and he did ample justice to the good things set before him. Markland, who had been absent for a short time, appeared with a bottle of old madeira, and a look passed between him and the young ladies, which did not escape the quick eyes of the priest.
The magistrate could not fail to be struck by the splendid wine brought him, and the butler took care to replenish his glass whenever it chanced to be empty.
Altogether the supper passed off more agreeably than could have been expected under such circumstances, for the young ladies had recovered their spirits, and the only person who seemed ill at ease was Father Jerome.
Towards the close of the repast, Mr. Fowden said:
"I fear I shall be obliged to trespass a little further on your hospitality, Miss Rawcliffe. I hope I shall not put you to inconvenience if I take up my quarters here to-night. I care not how you lodge me -- put me in a haunted room if you think proper."
"You are quite welcome to remain here as long as you please, Mr. Fowden," said Constance -- "the rather that I feel certain you will make no discovery. Markland will find you a chamber, where I hope you may rest comfortably."
"I will order a room to be got ready at once for his honour," said Markland.
"In the locked-up corridor? " observed the magistrate, with a laugh.
"No, not there, sir," said the butler.
"With your permission, Miss Rawcliffe, my men must also be quartered in the house," said Mr. Fowden.
"You hear, Markland," observed Constance.
"I will give directions accordingly," replied the butler.
And he quitted the room.
"I shall be blamed for neglect of duty if I do not make a thorough search," said the magistrate. "But I fancy the bird has flown," he added, with a glance at the priest.
Father Jerome made no reply, but Constance remarked, with apparent indifference:
"No one can have left the house without crossing the drawbridge, and that has been guarded. You will be able to state that you took all necessary precautions to prevent an escape."
"Yes, I shall be able to state that -- and something besides," replied the magistrate, again glancing at the priest.
Just then, a noise was heard like the trampling of horses. Mr. Fowden uttered an exclamation of surprise, and a smile passed over the countenances of the two young ladies.
"I should have thought the men were crossing the drawbridge if I had not felt quite sure they would not depart without me," said Mr. Fowden.
"They have crossed the drawbridge -- that's quite certain," observed the priest.