Do not linger; go.

I will be with thee anon; I will not keep thee but a few short minutes.

But do not tarry; go!" There was such earnestness in her soft whispers that Cuthbert did not attempt to reply save by a brief nod.

He slid away in the darkness and took the familiar but now tangled path to the chantry, looking round the old ruin with loving eyes; for it was the one spot connected with his home not fraught with memories of pain and fear.
"Poor little timid Petronella!" he mused.

"Was I right to leave her thus alone with our harsh father?
Yet I could do nothing for her; and it seemed as though my presence in the house stirred him up to continual fury.