He suddenly spoke aside to Freda.
"Mistress Frideswyde, I sometimes fear me that if our friend Anthony get no glimpse of you in his captivity he will pine away and die.

I have leave to take some few dainties to the prison, and I have below a basket in which to carry them.

It is growing dusk.
Wrapped in this cloak, and with a hat well drawn down over your face, you might well pass for my servant, bearing the load.

I might make excuse that you should carry in the basket instead of me.

Are you willing to run the risk of rebuke, and perchance some small unpleasantness at the hands of the keepers of the prison, to give this great joy to Anthony ?" Freda's face was all aflame with her joy.