him deliver it to Sybil Gerard at the convent.

At this moment the noise of musketry was heard; the yeomanry were on the
scene.

Morley, cut off from flight by the military, was shot, pistol in hand,
with the name of Sybil on his lips. "The world will misjudge me," he
thought--"they will call me hypocrite, but the world is wrong."

The man with the box escaped through the window, and in spite of the
fire, troopers, and mob, reached the convent in safety.

The castle was burnt to the ground by the torches of the Hell-cats.

Sybil, separated from her friends, found herself surrounded by a band of
drunken ruffians. She was rescued by a yeomanry officer, who pressed her
to his heart.

"Never to part again," said Egremont.

Under Egremont's protection, Sybil returned to the convent, and there in
the courtyard they found Dandy Mick, who had refused to deliver his
charge, and was lying down with the blue box for his pillow. He had
fulfilled his mission. Sybil, too agitated to perceive all its import,
delivered the box into the custody of Egremont, who, bidding farewell to
Sybil, bade Mick follow him to his hotel.

While these events were happening, Lord Marney, hearing an alarmed and
exaggerated report of the insurrection, and believing that Egremont's
forces were by no means equal to the occasion, had set out for Mowbray
with his own troop of yeomanry.

Crossing the moor, he encountered Walter Gerard with a great multitude,
whom Gerard headed for purposes of peace.

His mind inflamed, and hating at all times any popular demonstration,
Lord Marney hastily read the Riot Act, and the people were fired on and
sabred. The indignant spirit of Gerard resisted, and the father of Sybil
was shot dead. Instantly arose a groan, and a feeling of frenzy came
over the people. Armed only with stones and bludgeons they defied the
troopers, and rushed at the horsemen; a shower of stones rattled without
ceasing on the helmet of Lord Marney, nor did the people rest till Lord
Marney fell lifeless on Mowbray Moor, stoned to death.

The writ of right against Lord de Mowbray proved successful in the
courts, and his lordship died of the blow.

For a long time after the death of her father Sybil remained in helpless
woe. The widowed Lady Marney, however, came over one day, and carried
her back to Marney Abbey, never again to quit it until the bridal day,
when the Earl and Countess of Marney departed for Italy.

Though the result was no