You doubtless have noted the ring--a piece of jasper, with the letters A.D.graven upon it.

The prior looked at it with covetous eyes, and finally put it on his finger.
"Sure, this must be mine own signet ring," he said, with a sinister smile, "for it hath mine own initials upon it--A for Anthony, and D for Dunstan." "The robber!" ejaculated Freda hotly.

"What said Anthony to that ?" "He said naught.

He had other matters to think of than the loss of his ring.

But, in sooth, there was no time for more to be spoken, for at that moment up came the beadle and other servants of the commissary, desiring that Anthony Dalaber should be brought at once before him in Lincoln College; and forthwith he was taken away, and I could only just whisper to him as he passed me by that I would see you and tell you all that happened." Silence fell upon the little group as Arthur ended his narrative.
All hearts were heavy, and they were not made less so by his next words.
"And I fear me greatly that Dalaber is not the only one who is in peril in Oxford this day.