Twas the evening of the very day you went; as I was helping the father draw his charges, there came suddenly into the shop a man, tall, haggard, but noble to look at, and seeming like a hunted lion.

He looked round him wildly, and then asked, was this the printer's house outside Temple Bar?
The father answered shortly, yes.

'Then,' said he 'is there one here, Humphrey Dexter by name ?' 'No,' said the father, who, I thought, mistrusted the fellow's looks, and wanted to be rid of him.

Without a word, then, he turned and left us; before I could so much as cry to him that you would be back anon.

Where he went I know not, but that this was Sir Ludar, and that he goes in peril of his life I am as sure as that I speak now to thee." Now, I understood why, as I lay dreaming that night at Rochester, I had heard my master's voice calling me back, while that of the maiden urged me forward.