But he knew not when or whether he might ever return to this place.

So he made up that little parcel, and he gave it into my hands; and in so doing he begged of me that when eight o'clock had sounded from the steeples, I would myself enter yonder door and present it to one of the two maidens I should find walking here, and say that it was a parting gift from Anthony Dalaber, who was like to be taken of his foes." The tears suddenly welled over and flowed down Freda's cheeks.

It was Magdalen who found strength to ask: "What will they do to him?
Of what offence can they find him guilty?
All the world speak well of him." Robert Ferrar slowly shook his head, but made no reply; indeed, none could say what would befall next.

When a man stood in peril of a charge of heresy his friends could not bear to ask too closely what might be his ultimate fate.

Freda clasped her sister's hands hard as the monk slowly turned to go.
"Peace be with you! May the Lord help and sustain you," he said, in his low, earnest voice, "and give to us all the strength to bear the cross which He may see good to lay upon us!" He paced with bent head along the walk, and vanished through the door by which he had come.