We will be content with this knowledge for the nonce.

I shall watch thee, Anthony; I shall hear of thee; I shall know what thou hast power to do and dare.

But now let us say farewell, for I must carry my flowers within doors; and thou--it is time thou wert away.

Thou hast a long journey to prepare for." And so, with one kiss, gravely given and taken, the lovers parted, and Anthony went on his way as one who treads on air.
Some three days later, with eager eyes and bated breath, Anthony Dalaber was following his friend John Clarke up the landing stairs of a certain wharf in the city of London, and gazing earnestly about him at the narrow, dark street in which he found himself, where the shades of night seemed already to have fallen.
He knew whither they were bound--to the house of a priest, Thomas Garret by name, well known to Clarke, and known by name to Dalaber, too.

He was one of the most active of the little band now engaged in the perilous task of receiving and distributing the translated Scriptures and the pamphlets issued by Martin Luther and other reformers.