‘De fools dink I was de tuyfel!’ said Caspar.

Richard turned upon them with indignation.

‘You Englishmen!’ he cried, ‘and treat a foreigner thus!’

But there was nothing about him to show that he was a roundhead, and from behind rose the cry:  ‘A malignant!  A royalist!’ and the fellows near began again to advance threateningly.

‘Mr. Heywood,’ said Caspar hurriedly, for he recognised his helper from the time he had seen him a prisoner, ’let us make for the hall.  I know the place and can bring us both off safe.’

It was one of Richard’s greatest virtues that he could place much confidence.  He gave one glance at his companion, and said, ’I will do as thou sayest.’

‘Follow me then, sir,’ said Caspar, and turning with brandished dagger, he forced his way to the hall-door, Richard following with fists, his sole weapons, defending their rear.

There were but few in the hall, and although their enemies came raging after them, they were impeded by the crowd, so that there was time as they crossed it for Caspar to say: 

’Follow me over the bridge, but, for God’s sake, put your feet exactly where I put mine as we cross.  You will see why in a moment after.’

‘I will,’ said Richard, and, delayed a little by needful care, gained the other side just as the foremost of their pursuers rushed on the bridge, and with a clang and a roar were swept from it by the descending torrent.

They lost no time in explanations.  Caspar hurried Richard to the workshop, down the shaft, through the passage, and into the quarry, whence, taking no notice of his cart, he went with him to the White Horse, where Lady was waiting him.

And Richard was well rewarded for the kindness he had shown, for ere they said good bye, the German, whose heart was full of Dorothy, and understood, as indeed every one in the castle did, something of her relation to Richard, had told him all he knew about her life in the castle, and how she had been both before and during the siege a guardian angel, as the marquis himself had said, to Raglan.  Nor was the story of her attempted visit to her old playfellow in the turret chamber, or the sufferings she had to endure in consequence, forgotten; and when Caspar and he parted, Richard rode home with fresh strength and light and love in his heart, and Lady shared in them all somehow, for she constantly reflected, or imaged rather, the moods of her master.  As much as ever he believed Dorothy mistaken, and yet could have kneeled in reverence before her.  He had himself tried to do the truth, and no one but he who tries to do the truth can perceive the grandeur of another who does the same.  Alive to his own shortcomings, such a one the better understands the success of his brother or sister:  there the truth takes to him shape, and he worships at her shrine.  He saw more clearly than before what he had been learning ever since she had renounced him, that it is not correctness