"It is for you to nerve my arm." "You speak in riddles," she replied.

"I understand you not." "Question Father Oldcorne, then, as to my meaning," rejoined Catesby; "he will tell you that, allied to you, I could not fail in the enterprise on which I am engaged." "It is the truth, dear daughter," Oldcorne asseverated.
"I will not inquire further into this mystery," returned Viviana, "for such it is to me.

But, believing what you both assert, I answer, that willingly as I would lay down my life for the welfare of our holy religion, persuading myself, as I do, that I have constancy enough to endure martyrdom for its sake,--I cannot consent to your proposal.

Nay, if I must avouch the whole truth," she continued, blushing deeply, "my affections are already engaged, though to one with whom I can never hope to be united." "You have your answer, my son," observed the priest.
Catesby replied with a look of the deepest mortification and disappointment; and, bowing coldly to Viviana, said, "I now depart to obey your behests, Miss Radcliffe." "Commend me in all duty to my dear father," replied Viviana, "and believe that I shall for ever feel bound to you for your zeal." "Neglect not all due caution, father," observed Catesby, glancing significantly at Oldcorne.

"Forewarned, forearmed." "Doubt me not, my son," rejoined the Jesuit.