“We meet as enemies, I presume” supplied Nicholas.

“We meet no longer as friends,” rejoined the magistrate, coldly.

With this he moved forward with the rest of the troop, while the two Asshetons, after a moment’s consultation, passed through a gate and made their way to the back of the mansion, where they found one or two men on the look-out, from whom they received intelligence, which induced them immediately to spring from their horses and hurry into the house.

Arrived at the principal entrance of the mansion, which was formed by large gates of open iron-work, admitting a view of the garden and front of the house, Roger Nowell again called a halt, and Master Potts, at his request, addressed the porter and two other serving-men who were standing in the garden, in this fashion—­

“Pay attention to what I say to you, my men,” he cried in a loud and authoritative voice—­“a warrant will this day be issued for the arrest of Alice Nutter of Rough Lee, in whose service you have hitherto dwelt, and who is charged with the dreadful crime of witchcraft, and with invoking, consulting, and covenanting with, entertaining, employing, feeding, and rewarding evil spirits, contrary to the laws of God and man, and in express violation of his Majesty’s statute.  Now take notice, that if the said Alice Nutter shall at any time hereafter return to this her former abode, or take refuge within it, you are hereby bound to deliver her up forthwith to the nearest constable, to be by him brought before the worshipful Master Roger Nowell of Read, in this county, so that she may be examined by him on these charges.  You hear what I have said?”

The men exchanged significant glances, but made no reply.

Potts was about to address them, but to his surprise he saw the central door of the house thrown open, and Mistress Nutter issue from it.  She marched slowly and majestically down the broad gravel walk towards the gate.  The attorney could scarcely believe his eyes, and he exclaimed to the magistrate with a chuckle—­

“Who would have thought of this!  We have her safe enough now.  Ha! ha!”

But no corresponding smile played upon Nowell’s hard lips.  His gaze was fixed inquiringly upon the lady.

Another surprise.  From the same door issued Alizon Device, escorted by Nicholas and Richard Assheton, who walked on either side of her, and the three followed Mistress Nutter slowly down the broad walk.  Such a display seemed to argue no want of confidence.  Alizon did not look towards the group outside the gates, but seemed listening eagerly to what Richard was saying to her.

“So, Master Nowell,” cried Mistress Nutter, boldly, “since you find yourself defeated in the claims you have made against my property, you are seeking to revenge yourself, I understand, by bringing charges against me as false as they are calumnious.  But I defy your malice, and can defend myself against your violence.”