"Doctor Dee has no right to interfere with my actions.

Nor should I obey him were he to counsel me, as is scarcely probable, to quit my companions." "I know not what connexion there may be between you to justify the interposition of his authority," replied Chetham; "neither did I tarry to inquire.

But presuming from what I heard, that he _would_ attempt to exercise some control over you, I set out at once, and, without guide to your retreat, or the slightest knowledge of it, was fortunate enough, on the very night of my arrival in London, to chance upon Guy Fawkes, who directed me to you." "I am aware of it," was the chilling answer.
"I will not avouch," pursued Chetham, passionately, "that I have not been actuated as much by an irrepressible desire to see you again, as by anxiety to apprise you of Doctor Dee's coming.

I wanted only a slight excuse to myself to induce me to yield to my inclinations.

Your departure made me wretched.