Cynthia was the flaw in the satisfaction he might have drawn from the contemplation of the vengeance he was there to wreak.

He beheld her so pure, so sweet and fresh, that he marvelled how she came to be the daughter of Gregory Ashburn.

His heart smote him at the thought of how she--the innocent--must suffer with the guilty, and at the contemplation of the sorrow which he must visit upon her.

Out of this sprang a constraint when in her company, for other than stiff and formal he dared not be lest he should deem himself no better than the Iscariot.
During the first days he had spent at Marleigh, he had been impatient for Joseph Ashburn's return.

Now he found himself hoping each morning that Joseph might not come that day.
A courier reached Gregory from Windsor with a letter wherein his brother told him that the Lord General, not being at the castle, he was gone on to London in quest of him.