May I not hear thy tale?
May I not learn how it has fared with thee ?" Cuthbert was willing enough to outpour his story to her, sitting beside her in the old chantry, where so many happy hours of their shadowed childhood had been spent.

He told of his adventures by the way, of his night with the gipsies, of his timely rescue of Cherry and his admittance to his uncle's house.

He told of his uncle's wonderful story of the gold that was to be all for his sister; told of the life at the bridge house, and his attachment to his cousin Cherry.

The only matter he named not was that of his meeting with Master Robert Catesby, and all that had followed in which he was concerned.

Petronella would only be bewildered by so many strange things.