See, I will show you a woodland road which the wind has kept clear, and I protest that your company sleep the night with me at Downing." He would take no denial, and indeed in the face of his news to proceed would have been folly.

Even Sir Anthony Colledge confessed it wryly.

One of Flowerdue's men mounted to the postilion's place, and the coach was guided through a belt of beeches, and over a strip of heath to the gates of a park.
Cecily seized her father's hand.

"You have promised, remember." "I have promised," he replied.

"To-morrow, if the weather clears, I will go with you to Chastlecote." He spoke no more till they were at the house door, for the sense of fate hung over him like a cloud.