Yet whither shall I go?
There are many places closed to me already, and I shall be searched for far and wide." Anthony stood hesitating, his hand upon a piece of paper; and then, as if making up his mind, he spoke eagerly and rapidly.
"Master Garret, I have here a letter written to me by my brother, who is priest of a parish in Dorsetshire; Stalbridge is the name of the place.

But a week since, a clerk coming hither from those parts brought to me a letter from him, which I have here in mine hand; and as you will see, he earnestly begs me to find for him here in Oxford a suitable man to act as his curate.

Now, if you were to change your name and go to him with a letter from me, no doubt he would incontinently receive you into his house and give you good welcome; and there you could lie hid and unsuspected till the tide of pursuit was over, after which you could make excuse to leave him again, and go back to where you will." Garret seemed to be turning the matter over in his mind, whilst the other two students appeared to think this just the opportunity desired, and eagerly bade Dalaber commence the letter of introduction, whilst they offered to pack up some clothes and provision for the traveller.
"What manner of man is this brother of thine, Anthony ?" asked Garret.

"Doth he belong to us of the brethren ?" A slight flush rose to Dalaber's cheek, which else was unwontedly pale.
"Alas, no! He has no knowledge of those things which we prize.
There is the trouble.

He is a rank Papist.