ON THE MOAT BRIDGE Awaiting Castleman's return, we remained housed up at The Mitre, seldom going farther abroad than Grote's garden save in the early morning or after dark.

But despite our caution trouble befell us, as our burgher friend had predicted.
Within a week Max began to go out after dark without asking me to accompany him.

When he came into our room late one evening, I asked carelessly where he had been.

I knew where he had been going, and had burned to speak, but the boy was twenty-two.

Within the last few months he had grown out of my tutelage, and his native strength of character had taught me to respect him and in a certain way to fear him.