Nay, nay, I do not threaten after your fashion--it shall be so.

Meanwhile I ask the boon of a dying woman.

There are two whom I would see--the Prioress Matilda, in whose charge I desire to leave a certain secret, and Thomas Bolle, a lay-brother in your Abbey, a man who once engaged himself to me in marriage.

For your own sake, deny me not these favours." "They should be granted readily enough were it in my power, but it is not," answered the Abbot, looking at her curiously, for he thought that to them she might tell what she had refused to him--the hiding-place of the jewels, which afterwards he could wring out.
"Why not, my Lord Abbot ?" "Because the Prioress has gone hence, secretly, upon some journey of her own, and Thomas Bolle has vanished away I knew not where.

If they, or either of them, return ere Monday you shall see them." "And if they do not return I shall see them afterwards," replied Emlyn, with a shrug of her shoulders.