Moreover, Margaret had a note of farewell from his hand, which ran: "Adieu, sweet lady, till that predestined hour when we meet again.

I go, as I must, but, as I told you, your image goes with me.
"Your worshipper till death, "MORELLA." "He may take her image so long as I keep herself and if he comes back with his worship, I promise him that death and he shall not be far apart," was Peter's grim comment as he laid the paper down.

Then he went on with his letters, which told that now, when the Spaniards had gone, and there was nothing more to fear, he was awaited in London.

Indeed, Castell fixed a day when he should arrive--May 31st--that was within a week, adding that on its morrow--namely, June 1st, for Margaret would not be wed in May, the Virgin Mary's month, since she held it to be unlucky--their marriage might take place as quietly as they would.
Margaret wrote the same news, and in such sweet words that he kissed her letter, then hastened to answer it, shortly, after his custom, for Peter was no great scribe, saying, that if the saints willed it he would be with them by nightfall on the last day of May, and that in all England there was no happier man than he.
* * * * * Now all that week Margaret was very busy preparing her marriage robe, and other garments also, for it was settled that on the next day they should ride together down to Dedham, in Essex, whither her father would follow them shortly.

The Old Hall was not ready, indeed, nor would it be for some time; but Peter had furnished certain rooms in it which might serve them for the summer season, and by winter time the house would be finished and open.
Castell was busy also, for now, having worked very hard at the task, his ship the _Margaret_ was almost refitted and laden, so that he hoped to get her to sea on this same May 31st, and thus be clear of the last of his business, except the handing over of his warehouses and stock to those who had bought them.