And thou wilt bid me Godspeed, my beloved; and if this journey should perchance bring me hurt--if I should not return to thee therefrom--thou wilt not grieve over it too much.

Thou wouldst not withhold me, Freda ?" She looked into his eyes.

She knew that peril might menace her lover.

It was as though he would, having once escaped, put his head again into the jaws of the lion.

None could say, if he and the cardinal met, what might be the result to the impulsive but not always discreet Dalaber.