But I find I was mistaken.

When Father Garnet arrives, I beseech you let me see him instantly.

Or, if he should not come speedily, entreat Miss Radcliffe to grant me a few moments in private." "Why not unburthen yourself to me ?" returned Catesby, distrustfully.

"In your circumstances I should desire no better confessor than a brother soldier,--no other crucifix than a sword-hilt." "Nor I," rejoined Fawkes.

"But this is no confession I am about to make.
What I have to say relates to others, not to myself." "Indeed!" exclaimed Catesby.