ms at that
time, except in the form of a little hand-bell on a table, and for this
last Dorothy searched in vain. Then she tried to go out into the
passage, in the hope of seeing somebody; but she was terrified to find
herself locked in. She did not know what to do. The window was barred
with an iron grating; there was no escape that way. Poor Dorothy began
to wonder whether, if she found herself a prisoner, she could contrive
to climb the chimney, and what would become of her after doing so, when
she heard at last the welcome sound of approaching steps, and the key
was turned in the lock. The next minute Cissy was in Dorothy's arms.

"O Dorothy! dear Dorothy! tell me quick--Father--" Cissy could get no
further.

"He is at rest, my dear heart, and shall die no more."

Cissy was not able to answer for the sobs that choked her voice, and
Dorothy smoothed her hair and petted her.

"Nay, grieve not thus, sweet heart," she said.

"Oh no, it is so wicked of me!" sobbed poor Cissy. "I thought I should
have been so glad for Father: and I can only think of me and the
children. We've got no father now!"

"Nay, my dear heart, thou hast as much as ever thou hadst. He is only
gone upstairs and left you down. He isn't dead, little Cissy: he's
alive in a way he never was before, and he shall live for ever and
ever."

Neither Dorothy nor Cissy had noticed that a nun had entered with her,
and they were rather startled to hear a voice out of the dark corner by
the door.

"Take heed, good woman, how thou learn the child such errors. That is
only true of great saints; and the man of whom you speak was a wicked
heretic."

"I know not what sort of folks your saints are," said Dorothy bravely:
"but my saints are folks that love God and desire to please Him, and
that John Johnson was, if ever a man were in this evil world. An _evil_
tree cannot bring forth good fruit."

The nun crossed herself, but she did not answer.

"It would be as well if folks would be content to set the bad folks in
prison, and let the good ones be," said Dorothy. "Cissy, our mistress
is up to London to the Bishop."

"Will they do somewhat to her?"

"God knoweth!" said Dorothy, shaking her head sorrowfully. "I shall be
fain if I may see her back; oh, I shall!"

"Oh, I hope they won't!" said Cissy, her eyes filling again with tears.
"I love Mistress Wade."

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.

NOBODY LEFT FOR CISSY.

"Please, Dorothy, what's beco