Our gentlemen, then, after passing them with a salute and a good-day, were once more about to say good-bye one to the other, and appoint a time and place to meet again for the hunting of which Robin had spoken to Marjorie, and, indeed, had drawn rein--when one of the three strangers was seen to turn his horse and come riding back after them, while his friends waited.
The two lads wheeled about to meet him, as was but prudent; but while he was yet twenty yards away he lifted his hat.

He seemed about thirty years old; he had a pleasant, ruddy face.
"Mr.Babington, I think, sir," he said.
"That is my name," said Anthony.
"I have heard mass in your house, sir," said the stranger.

"My name is Garlick." "Why, yes, sir, I remember--from Tideswell.

How do you do, Mr.Garlick?
This is Mr.Audrey, of Matstead." They saluted one another gravely.
"Mr.Audrey is a Catholic, too, I think ?" Robin answered that he was.
"Then I have news for you, gentlemen.

A priest, Mr.Simpson, is with us; and will say mass at Tansley next Sunday.